Thirteen Dead Reindeer - The Alarm

Thirteen dead reindeer

Lying dead on the snow

As the silver coach passes

There’s rain down below

Someone dies in the desert

Someone cries on the street

While my keyboard light flashes

With a text and a tweet

My night turns to day

And my day turns to night

It’s all superstition

Ritual and spark

The colour of my skin can’t hide

All the scars

My blood runs in rainbows

Mixed with tears and sweat

Caused by the promise that this world never met

Is there a hope for the hopeless?

Is there a prayer for the damned?

A light in the darkness

You can switch on and off

Or just a belief that a day will soon come?

Or at least a few seconds

When the pressure will stop, stop, stop, stop

It’s all superstition

Ritual and spark

The colour of my skin can’t hide

All the scars

My blood runs in rainbows

Mixed with tears and sweat

Caused by the promise that this world never met

My shoes have carried me

To a place unrecognised

Not by the guard who created

This unholy mess

It’s all superstition

Ritual and spark

The colour of my skin can’t hide

All the scars

My blood runs in rainbows

Mixed with tears and sweat

Caused by the promise that this world never met

I’ll be able to stand up

On my own two feet

In the clear waters breathing air that is clean

Without all the filters that dumb down and blind

My eyes through the reality that you accustom to see

Thirteen dead reindeer

Thirteen dead reindeer

Thirteen dead reindeer