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Sorry
It ainât the right word but the first that comes to mind
Itâs holding you down
Another feeling that comes with a price tag
Itâs much like building a house of cards during a hurricane
Whoâs gonna protect you when the saints go marching in to cast first stones?
Sure, they take their safety as a given
Whatâs left to glorify?
Dropping bombs to force a change of tone
These thoughts have drained me long enough
Hereâs to all the people weâve forsaken
Whatâs left?
Whatâs left to glorify?
Feelings coming back just to feel old
These thoughts have drained me long enough
Reason
It ainât the right word but the first that comes to mind
You think youâre safe sound
But who knows whether youâre ascending or falling?
Itâs much like performing surgery with worn down plastic knives
This is the cue for a flashback scene
And right hereâs where the colours fade
Sure, they take their safety as a given
Whatâs left to glorify?
Dropping bombs to force a change of tone
These thoughts have drained me long enough
Hereâs to all the people weâve forsaken
Whatâs left?
Whatâs left to glorify?
Feelings coming back just to feel old
Home is where the stench is
Kill the choir up in itâs gallery
Thereâs no time to wait for the sermon to be over
Itâs you theyâre out to get
Theyâre lying in wait for
Theyâve caught a fever
Itâs gonna burn them from the inside out
Youâre way too headstrong, baby
Three cheers to the cause of the downfall
Sure, thy take their safety as a given
Whatâs left to glorify?
Dropping bombs to force a change of tone
These thoughts have drained me long enough
Hereâs to all the people weâve forsaken
Whatâs left?
Whatâs left to glorify?
Feelings coming back just to feel old
Home is where the stench is