Ming's Dynasty Cpm Lyrics - Singles - The House Of Thieves

Dissection of bibles 

Cross-culture revival 

Spit venom through chest plates 

No hope to reconcile 

Shift weight for wounded rivals 

We wear our half-torn smiles 

I have rearranged my heart 

To better fit me lonely 

I'm glaring down windows 

Set back from awkward silence 

Heard below 

Their crying on limp shoulders 

Propped up by dreams of widows 

Temper soothed 

I have rearranged my heart 

To better fit me lonely 

We're not writing you off 

We're not writing you off 

Disaster has never been closer than now 

We're not writing you off 

We're not writing you off 

Limp wrist will you count it off for me? 

Limp wrist will you count it off for me?