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Putrid words from sharpened tongues Are spewing them from our mouths
Without a translation We're just making sounds
The pride of a lion is your disguise But the fear of a coward's in your eyes
You're chasing the rapture Praying for a
Perfect disaster To save us from ourselves
We need more then miracles We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now And save us from ourselves
Out sight and out of mind Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime
The end is running late tonight
The kingdom comes crashing down into ashes Careful what you're asking for
You're chasing the rapture Praying for a
Perfect disaster To save us from ourselves
We need more than miracles We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now And save us from ourselves
We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers
Chasing the rapture Praying for a
Perfect disaster To save us from ourselves
You're chasing the rapture Praying for a
Perfect disaster To save us from ourselves
We need more than miracles We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now And save us from ourselves
We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers