the sky is falling

Thrice

Itââ?¬â?¢s coming down, itââ?¬â?¢s coming down, itââ?¬â?¢s coming down!
These clouds could never hope to save us from such a juggernaut of weight.
We all dance a jingo cabaret.
Thereââ?¬â?¢re shadows forming on the pavement.
We face a watershed of hate;
weââ?¬â?¢re just miles apart but worlds away.

The sky is falling and no one will lift their eyes to see.
The sky is falling; and no one will care as long as it lands overseas.

This roof could never hope to save me
and my family from certain death;
if we could leave we would have left.
My little girl is just a baby,
and Iââ?¬â?¢m scared that she wonââ?¬â?¢t make her teens,
but my fear just fuels the hate machine.

The sky is falling and no one will lift their eyes to see.
The sky is falling; and no one will care as long as it lands overseas.

I want to be strong enough, to not let my fears decide my fate.
Surrounded by jingoists; I donââ?¬â?¢t want any part of this.
I want to be strong enough, to not let my terror turn to hate.

The sky is falling and no one will lift their eyes to see.
The sky is falling; and no one will care as long as it lands overseas.

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