No Reward - Bad Books, Manchester Orchestra, Kevin Devine

With my dominant hand

I steer the ship towards the future

With my eyes full of sand, I make a myth of the mess

Through desert blinders and cataracts, grab the battle axe

Let the faith outfox the fear

Snap off the string, go clear

(No reward)

Snap off the string, go clear

(No reward)

From the crimson killing floor

No reason, no reward

Thread the rib through the rind, pull the pins from the pillbox

Keep every twist intertwined, each coincidence locked

To the prelude and aftermath, 'til you have to ask

«Are you sure you’re sure you’re right?

It’s such a lonely life!»

(When you’re sure)

It’s such a lonely life

(When you’re sure)

Endless incremental war

So cursed to be so sure

(No reward)

It’s such a lonely life

(No reward)

It’s such a lonely life

(No reward)

It’s such a lonely life

(No reward)

From the crimson killing floor

To the mausoleum door

Off the isolation shore

No reason, no reward