I'm wide awake
The TV tells me why I place no bets
The forecast tells me the storm is here
But it doesn't pose a threat
So I listen while I watch outside
Not surprised
My TV lied
The wind was strong enough to rip the morals out of men

The people ran for shelter
And the rain kept coming harder
This storm we found upon ourselves
Turned rebels into martyrs
They tried to somehow wait it out
They hoped it would subside
We saw the storm from miles away
And all we did was hide
I'm wide awake
The storm is worse and somehow I'm not surprised
The forecast seems to have noticed, too,
I hear they changed their minds
The day we decided it wasn't worth fighting
Something in us died
Someone said questions can't be answered
Well someone also lied
As the people began to worry, they asked God what should they do
And somehow all I cared about was wondering who he prayed to

In our world,
Dogs will learn to love their cages
And forget they were ever free
In our vacuum
Pigs of war and God
Will fall at equal speed