Triumph of the Elect lyrics

clouds roll overhead in this car ride home this open window raindrops feel like needles in my hand silence static sound lightning bolts discover that my body makes a shortcut to the ground static and silence is something all alone i know where you keep your heart pull apart my bones and place them all in rows to count the days you've been away if you drive seven miles past all the broken limbs the smell of bones and broken skin a bed of flames with no one living