Downright hopelessness When the wrath of consequence comes knocking on that old front door And we count the ways, the seconds have fallen into place with the emptiness Don't hold the phone I know some are counting on God above or methadone To kill way and to take away the pain I feel for the lost and empathize the cost for calamity For what I've seen Open up and wail, open up and cry We are not the type for young to die In a rattle cage, heads against the wall Through dangerous nights No more lullabies Open up and wail We've got what it takes Everything that needs to make a fighting chance At carrying the load Of fallen day to day Of gruesome cold reality, square in the nose Bleeding to the toes Open up and wail, open up and cry We are not the type for young to die In a rattle cage, heads against the wall Through dangerous nights No more lullabies Open up and wail, open up and cry We are not the type for young to die In a rattle cage, heads against the wall Through dangerous nights No more lullabies Open up and wail Open up and wail