Break out the blindfolds
There's teens cloaked in sheepskin
And we are the wolves at bayPut her to bed with the big ones and well charge them at the door
The devil soon was a vagabond and we dressed him for the prom
And now the chorus sings filth hymns
As the next horseman will transformShow me a swollen-headed hotshot son of a bitch
Who licks his lips caked with glory
And ghosts in fine suits will go dancing with contracts in their hands
Alright Ill say 'Goddamn'The smoke and cameras will clear and then
We cant surely lead them to their dooms
Yeah, of course we can, yeah, of course we can
Feed them shit till theyre full in their belliesTheyll love the taste even more than the feeling
And if they build that tower it will fall down
Just like the last timeIt's not the same, it's not the sameLook at them starving while indulging in nothing
And now laying in rubbleSwallow us all up, we are surely not worthy
And there is nothing left to believe so theyll believe what they see
Swallow us all up, we are surely not worthy
And there is nothing left to believe so theyll believe what they seeThe ballroom is alive with torn bodies under stone
The ballroom is alive with torn bodies under stone
Songwriters
Rudy Gajadhar;Robert Darling;Kirk Huffman;Nicholas NewshamPublished by
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