Guitars strum to heartbeats
In time to each tick tock
Dying down into a stray sleep
Will morning be graced by your presence?

There is a flower clawing at a monster
Scratches on the bathroom mirror
With those pessimistic, optimistic words
"Live each day like it's your last"

Light poured out of lock picked veins
Stealing life's treasures, robbing the bank
Look how you have trashed the place
Will morning be graced by your presence?

A half awake moon lazily kisses you to an early grave
Telling you goodnight, sweet dreams pessimist
And don't forget the words we never should say
"Live each day like it's your last for surely it is"

Scattered thoughts on the pavement
Brown glass lacing our palms
Bruises with a pain, a calm
With not a drop of sweat

We chose explosion
Flash inspiration
A generation burnt aspiration
Built on a broken foundation

Children with pen to sins
Writing plans on how to stand
But the paper burns up in our hands
Angel's Fell, this hell we live in

We'll stand without a hint or explanation
Broken backs, weighed down with patience
With nothing but the disturbance of our laughter
Burning your world, lies, love, dynamite but

We will, rebuild
From fire, from hell
Destroy and believe in
The smoke of Eden

Glory come and sing
Nothing, something, everything
Give voice to your weight
Bend our brittle frames

Listen to the tap tap crack
Skeletons like broken backs
Glory come and sing
Sing to our splintered beat

Sing to our murmured hearts
Falling into peace and a part
Craving you like love a spark
Ignite in us a sonic flame

Come pluck our dripping veins
Build us to your subtle threads
Turn us to instruments
Let our organs bellow!

Bend our brittle frames
Sing to our splintered beat
Ignite in us a sonic flame
Let our organs bellow!