The song, the whisper Echos loud And reverberates back in tones of stern determination Give me the quiet wilderness and my family to associate with surrounded by the saints adieu, to the gentile world till god says return and avenge you of you enemies
Yo, I'm still wasting away while elephants trample on your better days i got tones of ammunition and a park pistons in a broken phrase lets amaze ourselves with numbers till we have nothing but wealth and heaven dream of a plush paradise; wake up on the bathroom floor of a 7-11 we got here with no lemon hands I've been lurking in shadows for five years blindly sculpting songs from fears crack you knuckles and sharpen spears time line wont go on forever pick up your heart and stitch it back together and press on like there's nothing wrong and hopes its the only thing that makes you feel better These memories are like old notebooks that are soaked in gasoline and I've watched my hands in foreign land but i can never seem to get them clean every town is full of assholes; even god is stepping on broken beer bottles dodging depression like potholes cause things will get better I'm told
I've got drained batteries and i got crooked teeth and i try hard but i always forget the people i meet a mushroom cloud filled with innocent angels with blood on their hands and rust on their halo
heaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kids loosing reception with all this static in my head oh all your change is born with chemicals and danger glances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creatures heaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kids loosing reception with all this static in my head oh all your change is born with chemicals and danger glances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creatures
surrounded by the saints adieu to the gentile world till god says return and avenge you of you enemies
we stay stuck to structure's gods plan has no middle man keep it to those idle hands pay your bills and conquer moral land this maze full of mystery, the ebon flow of your personal history you wont be missed when after you're gone while your personal struggles in song its windy outside and the cradle of humanity rests on balance soaked in a pale of vanity run with disease and the meager talents you got nothing left you love the hand of god is wrapped in surgical gloves your palms push problems like religion takes mass bodies to coffins,
And the end of the world gets closer than you ever hoped
heaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kids loosing reception with all this static in my head oh all your change is born with chemicals and danger glances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creatures heaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kids loosing reception with all this static in my head oh all your change is born with chemicals and danger glances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creatures
The song, the whisper Echos loud And reverberates back in tones of stern determination Give me the quiet wilderness and my family to associate with surrounded by the saints adieu, to the gentile world till god says return and avenge you of you enemies