Lyrics

Sirens in the distance
Cold coffee on the sink
Name tag on the counter
You don't have time to think

They sign a line and shrug
"Capacity’s too tight"
Paper-thin excuses
While your world snaps in the night
Another plea
Another deal
Another wolf turned loose
They call it mercy
But it’s murder
Dressed in legal suits

Early release
Early graves
You trade our blood for your stats and praise
You call it progress
I call it pain
Families breaking while you wash your hands again
Early release
Early graves
Their shattered photos line the waves
You sign the papers
They dig the holes
Weak hands in power selling off our souls (hey!)

Empty chair at breakfast
His shoes still by the door
You quote another study
She’s screaming on the floor
You blame the past
The laws
The cost
Everyone but you
While parents pick out caskets
Small and shining like the truth

Early release
Early graves
You trade our blood for your stats and praise
You call it progress
I call it pain
Families breaking while you wash your hands again
Early release
Early graves
Their shattered photos line the waves
You sign the papers
They dig the holes
Weak hands in power selling off our souls

You said
"He’s changed"
But you never knew his name
You said
"Be kind"
While you fed the fangs again
How many candles
Have to burn down to the glass
Before you feel the heat
Of everything you passed?

Early release
Early graves
You trade our blood for your stats and praise
You call it progress
I call it pain
Families breaking while you wash your hands again
Early release
Early graves
We chant their names like tidal waves
Your broken theories
Our broken lives
We’re done just watching while the guilty thrive

Early release
Early graves
(early graves…)
Fade the lights
But the hurt still stays