Protest The Hero - A Plateful Of Our Dead
Don`t Ever Ask Us To Define Our Morals
Sometimes When Fundamentals Meet Teenage Heartbreak
Some Of Us Are All Of Us Half-selves That Love Whole Hopes
And Hara-kiri Heartbreak
There`s Almost Nothing Worse Than Never Being Real
Strained Voices Crying Wolf When Nobody Can Hear
If I Had A Gun, L`d Pump Your Ethics Full Of Lead
If I Believed In Meat, L`d Eat A Plateful Of Our Dead
There`s Merit In Destruction When It`s Done With Your Own Hands
There`s Beauty In Construction, Resurrection, Another Chance
There`s A You And I In Union But Just An I In Our Beliefs
There`s A Crashing Plane With A Banner That Reads Everyone`s Native
The Only Proof That I Have That We Shot And Killed This Horse
Is The Sounds Of Whips On Flesh And A Bleeding Heart Remorse
The Only Proof That I Have That We Shot And Killed This Horse
And A Bleeding Heart
When L`m In This State Of Reflection And You Hand Me Whips
And Two By Fours, I Could Never Bring Them Down, Bring Them Down
Bring Them Down And Beat The Same Horse As Before
Bring Them Down, As Before
I`d Rather Kill A Stupid Flower And Spread Its Seeds
Until A Garden With Our Bullet Laden Morals Will Be Found
I`d Rather Kill A Stupid Flower And Spread Its Seeds
Until A Garden With Our Bullet Laden Morals Will Be Found, Will Be Found
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