Just stare into Armageddon WarefareThe rarity of a loud heartDrowned out
We bond over people we hateTalk about getting away
No religion safefrom casual extremists No orientaion safe from tyrantsNo gat too hard to getSong so bitter I weptHaven't slept well You can tell Bags under eyes A failureSo familureGun religion blam blamDo you pray to the mighty trigger?
Pretend that you know meSay that you owe meTotally phoney I'll never believeYou said that you'd leave; leadI work through the bad bloodUntil the sun goes down and wakeFrom the sheetsReach for the music pleaseGive me releaseRelease
Spare no words for a son of a bitch that stole you
Not a question of willbut whenAnd has it been I thought I knewwho you were In doing so knowThat now you're notIt isn't even a question
Leader of the wounded healers Readers of the skies Mirror into my mind And feel what has Gone to hideFind outWhat's Inside