No Room In Your Tents

[Intro] Soft lantern light Your shadows talk My name left out Of every song [Verse 1] You trace your borders Right through my chest Candles for each other Ashes where I rest You lock your laughter Behind zipped seams I sleep in the gravel Between your dreams [Pre-Chorus] You feast by the fire I taste the smoke You pass around comfort I swallow the choke [Chorus] There’s no room in your tents for me Just cold wind over empty ground You tighten every rope I can’t see And pull until I’m not around There’s no room in your tents for me So I’ll build my kingdom in the dark outside No blessing in your treachery Just a throne out here Where the exiles rise [Verse 2] (whisper) You said “we’re family” But I’ve seen the list Names stitched in silver Mine cut from your wrist [call-and-response] Clean: You sip from a cup Scream: I drink rust and rain Clean: You pray for your comfort Growl: I baptize in pain [Pre-Chorus] Your banners flutter Over buried bones You call it tradition I call it a stone [Chorus] There’s no room in your tents for me Just cold wind over empty ground You tighten every rope I can’t see And pull until I’m not around There’s no room in your tents for me So I’ll build my kingdom in the dark outside No blessing in your treachery Just a throne out here Where the exiles rise [Breakdown] [whispered, then erupting] You drew the line I am the fault line (low guttural) You built your haven on my silence You fed your faith with what I bled You call it order, pure and pious I call it cages in your head (high scream) Shut your gates I’ll split your stakes Tear the fabric Of your faith [call-and-response growls/screams] Voice 1: You deny me Voice 2: I define me Voice 1: You erase me Voice 2: I ignite [Final Breakdown – “heaviest part”] (low, slow, crushing) No room in your tents for me So watch your canvas R I P (single hits, spaced) Every peg you drove I drag it out (high, soaring scream) I am the storm outside your circle The ghost you tried to crucify The tongue you banned, the blood you borrowed I tear your shelter from the sky (yeah) [Outro] Soft lantern dying Your hymns grow thin Out here in the black I finally breathe in There’s no room in your tents for me (so I become the wilderness) No room in your tents for me (and the wild will answer “yes”)