With our destruction comes revelation on how
to stop and save our lives.
make the tears of poor men come to life.
breathe, redesign
breathe, redirect
your life, take it back

Bang. Scrape at the sky.
Bang. So this is your life.

Bring out your dead
last call
tune in the station and pretend
tell all your friends
last chance
forgetting the heroes in the end
bury your gods with fear.
Give up your heart for this.
Close your mouth
do what they say
do what they say
cover your eyes.<

You're dressed to the teeth but scared to the bone.
You sold yourself shot on a long winding road.
The war set in healthy. I hope that you're healthy.
And all that you ask for nothing at all. Rewrite disasters so the stock doesn't fall.
I hope that you're crying. Know that you're

Your best weapon
give something to believe in
speak of killing
and other ways to be a patriot
give them big guns
and make them kill with the anthem
how can we win
when we're the ones who are the terrorists
love our dead men
outside we live to let die
insid

We make dead men look like lovers;
living so close but so far from each other.
What would you say if I told you, we're not their gods?
We make dead men look like soldiers;
sleeping in caskets waiting for orders.
What would you say if I told you, they killed our gods?
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