Из альбома: Feeding the Wolves
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
Your 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
Your 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
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
Chasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselves
Your 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
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers