The angels sing of someone coming down. To wake us from a sleep that's broken. Deeply won't shut up again. Must be some sort of sign for us. That things are going to change.
O' say, can you see by the dawn's early light?. We get 'em young, give 'em guns and ship 'em off to fight. While the rocket's red glare is keeping everyone scared.
Your knees are bruised up. You don't even know what you're worshiping. Outside the sun rises. In the silence of another suicide scene. . There's nothing sacred here.
I met the devil in Poughkeepsie, New York. He took a seat right beside me at the end of the bar. He said, I looked familiar, had we met sometime before?.
I found these plastic parts and wires. Let's split me open at the seams. And rip out everything inside. Make room for all these new machines. . Sew me up and pray that I survive.
I've got enough wood and nails here I've collected through the years. to build a few sturdy walls to keep us safe from all my fears.. My insecurities are promises I was born to keep;.
It's the start of a bright new day. As the light finds its way through. The curtains at the end of my night. I'm alive in a city of dead people rising for work.
I felt you come to life on my fingertips. I mixed your blood with mine. Wanted to feel like this forever. Wanted to feel like this. . I've got nothing left to lose.