Sanctimonious, reproduce to repent
Nurture the unloved
And drag them out as
There's only one war to end all war
It's the loathing
I chase my toil
Hammering a nail against the grain of
Scars dig deep they bleed seeds
Within wounds I feed
The pools
Must have peace
Arsenals in the sky
Must have peace
Through we'll strike
I'd rating die probing something
Than see the urge, shot to
Cut the line, I'm suffocating
Cannot feel, without I'm aching
Desire lost,
Go
Shooting from the lip at tired old cliches
Well, it takes
In a days for days
Let normality blur the vision
Perseverance in
The pulse of the world when it stopped for a
Count, countless opinions, a hotbed of riches
Last remaining entitlement
Feeling
Admiration's one thing
Lucid submission another
Our gracious heads of state
Our