It’s coming down, it’s coming down, it’s coming down!
These clouds could never hope to save us from such a juggernaut of weight.
We all dance a jingo cabaret.
There’re shadows forming on the pavement.
We face a watershed of hate;
we’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 I’m scared that she won’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 don’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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