No Rest

We greet each day with bloodshot eyes

The dirt of our labor still clingin’ to our hands

Filled with our warped intentions

The tread of our shoes filled with foreign sands

The sun laughs in all our faces

It shows a world that we can’t save

So now, armed with blades in hand

We cut a path from birth to grave

We don’t know where we’re going

But we know that we’re getting there

No rest for the blessed

Long life for the wicked

We don’t think like you think

And we move like no one moves

With a song on our lips, across the land

Born to traverse

We don’t think like you think

And we move like no one moves

With a song on our lips, across the land

Born to traverse

We don’t know where we’re going

But we know, we’re getting there

No rest for the blessed

Long life for the wicked

Like a car crash

Like a landmine

Like mixing drugs, we are dangerous

Like a snake’s tooth

Like thin ice

Like mixing blood, we are dangerous

No rest for the blessed

Long life for the wicked