We Don't Write The Headlines, We Just Make Them Lyrics - The Contingency Plan

Brothers and Sisters, 

Welcome to our lovely congregation. 

A protest of oppressed 

And you are now my choir... 

All of these beautiful people 

Are offering the world to me. 

An enchantress advances 

Any wish that I desire... 

You are a part of this. 

It's time I brake you down. 

"Since we're being honest," 

She said, "My life has gone to hell." 

These street lights 

Remind me of the night 

She blessed me twice 

In the backseat of her car. 

This is who we are. 

So we dance the rituals around 

Their broken, lonely cities. 

Their romances with ashes 

Are just what they deserve... 

I just can't wrap my head around 

This thing they call eternity. 

If reason's a demon 

Then I guess we'll all be burned... 

Hallelujah