Album: Hope This Finds You Well
You’d trade our starving eyes for a tar and feathered heart
A 25cent execution
To hear your anthem praises played
On frequency decayed
A breath of frigid self-made winter
Sing out and sing loud
We’ll sing as loud as you do And hold on hold on Cause this is the end of the line
I’m not falling
Of beautiful and sacred things
And your immaculate disguise
I’m trading it in For my pride war emblem
As if id fall to pieces
In the wake of your design
I’m not falling
Sing out and sing loud
We’ll sing as loud as you do And hold on hold on Cause this is the end of the line
I’m not falling