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
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