Putrid words from sharpened tongues
Are spewing them from our mouths
Without a translation
We're just making sounds
The pride of a lion is your disguise
But the fear of a coward's in your eyes
You're chasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselves
We need more then miracles
We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now
And save us from ourselves
Out sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
The end is running late tonight
The kingdom comes crashing down into ashes
Careful what you're asking for
We're comfortable killers
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