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  1. The Unkind

From the recording The Unkind

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Lyrics

The Unkind

Wasted in the weeds just like another fallen star
Broken like the night whose shadows hide from burning cars
Warmly bracing for the wind to take me from the earth
I heard them rise up from the ground and felt their wicked thirst
And the dawning of this curse

All of the fruit that you’ll find it ain’t right
All of the neighbors they lock up at night
All of the children are frozen in fright
It’s the return of the Unkind

No one is gonna be coming for us
No one is gonna be standing at dusk
All of the roses are coming up dust
It’s the return of the Unkind

Branchlike fingers tore through walls, their roots drug ‘cross the lawns
Nowhere safe to hide oneself that scarlet bloody dawn
Tormented, disguised as one I tasted bitter fruit
Then shook in horror as my eyes perceived the tender shoots
That had sprouted from my boots

All of the fruit that you’ll find it ain’t right
All of the neighbors they lock up at night
All of the children are frozen in fright
It’s the return of the Unkind

No one is gonna be coming for us
No one is gonna be standing at dusk
All of the roses are coming up dust
It’s the return of the Unkind

You better find somewhere to hide and not look to the sky
Black rains are gonna come and the strongest will succumb

It’s the return of The Unkind