Pride War

You'd trade our starving eyes

For a tar and feathered heart

A 25 cent execution

To hear your anthem praises

Played on frequency decayed

A breath of frigid self-made winterSing out and sing loud

We'll sing as loud as you do

And hold on hold on

Cause this is the end of the line

I'm not falling

Of beautiful and sacred things

And your immaculate disguise

I'm trading it in

For my pride war emblemAs if I'd fall to pieces

In the wake of your design