Из альбома: The Black Market
My god is better than yours
And the walls of my house are so thick I hear nothing at all
I followed you out in the storm but it carried you off
And I burned every picture of yours, was that not enough?
My gun is bigger than yours
So let's arm the masses and see what the bastards do then
Walking tall once set us apart, now we're down on all fours
Do you cry my name in the dark, like I do yours?
These storms are getting stronger now, trusses all bend and sway
Lightning hits, the power goes out in the fray
As the waves crash high and the shoreline disappears
I will scream to the sky: "Hey, people live here!"
My dreams are not unlike yours
They long for the safety and break like a glass chandelier
But there's laughter and oh there is love
Just past the edge of our fears
And there's chaos when push comes to shove
But it's music to my ears
May You Be In Heaven before the devil knows you're dead
May these winds be always at your back
'Cause when we're all just ghosts and the madness overtakes us
We will look at the ashes and say: "People lived here."
From the penthouse to the holy martyr
Sea to shining sea
From the coffins full of kindergarteners
Is this what you call free?
From the hate that drips from all your crosses
Are your hands so clean?
There's a wildfire and it's spreading far
From sea to shining sea
When we're all just ghosts and the madness overtakes us
I will scream to the sky, yeah I'll scream to the sky
Yeah I'll scream to the sky:
"Hey, people live here."
(Dank an Catharina für den Text)