A Far Cry Lyrics - The Misery Index: Notes From The Plague Years - Boy Sets Fire

Find myself through the sight of a gun 

And selling war never looked so fun 

Stand in line for the latest attraction 

Dressed in murder like it's hip and in fashion! 

Walked in like we own the place! 

Bright Light Corpse! 

Trigger pressed down sweat is cold! 

Rain Down Fire! 

Bodies burn with babies in their arms! 

Love As Trash! 

Hope is where the heart can die! 

What we bring! 

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Son into heir 

They made my bed to lie... 

Find myself through the sight of a gun 

And selling war never looked so fun 

Stand in line for the latest attraction 

Dressed in murder like it's hip and in fashion! 

Finding ways to be a god! 

Where's My Gun!? 

Where the blood can drown my soul! 

Rain Down Fire! 

All I wanted was destination 

All I Got! 

All i got was all I gave! 

Hope As Shit! 

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Son into heirs 

They made my bed to lie... 

Find myself through the sight of a gun 

And selling war never looked so fun 

Stand in line for the latest attraction 

Dressed in murder like it's hip and in fashion! 

Give Up BecauseYou'll Never Justify The Blood On Your Fingers! 

The Bullshit Look Of Concern! 

The Cover Ups Lie And The Bloated Corpse Of A System That Is Begging To Burn! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

Surrender! 

"O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle -- be Thou near them! With them -- in spirit -- we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. 

O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it -- for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! 

We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. 

Amen." I want to find the water 

That will wash this whole damn slate clean 

Break down break up 

We'll sleep in what we create 

Right now 

I'm living so much hate 

Right here 

My sins have all been paid to you 

Your friend and for your sake 

Dirty and so depriaved 

My knees have bled 

To hold you here 

But now i've lost the taste 

For life force fed and time well spent 

Right now 

I'm living so much hate 

Right here 

My sins have all been paid to you 

Your friends and for your sake 

Dirty and so depriaved 

And if another angel 

Says just grin and bear it 

I might be forced 

To bash it's head 

Against a wall 

And never sin again 

And if another angel 

Says just grin and bear it 

I might be forced 

To ash it's fucking head! 

Against the wall 

And never sin again 

Against myself 

Or turst in anyone 

Wright me off 

For suffering 

It's a joke 

I give up