These pieces are broken, they are not buried.
We bar our windows, we are so empty.
So keep your distance and quarantine me.
Contain this dead reception of your frequency.
Pull me from the wreckage.
Get me out of this place.
Our hope filled the horizon with what the night had sealed
Gently fading in its silent revery.
Our bodies moved like the ocean, dancing like a current as we swayed.
Consuming and compulsive; convulse with our impulses.
Stay calloused to the pictures; they remind us how we lived.
And gave proof that our nights were thick with fists
Sleeping to soundtracks of ringing ears.
A difference in what they say between what's "legit" and what's accepted.
A discreet belief in folded hands.
Swing.
Tough love for the heretics.
Now please tell me. where do we go?
I'm in no condition to write this one, but compelled to bleed these words.
I want your heart straight from the outset.
We won't give up, we won't give in.
They'll know we mean it when we say that we're moving.
We'll give three cheers for sacrifice, tear august from our calendars,
And watch september burn.
We'll do what we can to keep the wolves in the hills,
And keep there teeth from sinking right into our necks.
Only the dead walk here.
So as we soar towards revival, we want to be redeemed.
Steadfast when we're wounded, or the indifference vaccine.
How can you be so distant? we used to be so free.
Cold to what once moved you. you used to dig so deep.
And our prayer is that the night won't go.
And we'll stay right here
Forever.
Only the dead walk here!
Hypocrites and deceivers
They wanna cure the believers.
Only the dead walk here!
Faith is contagious, and i'm runnin' a fever.
I'm in no condition to write this one, but compelled to bleed these words.
I want your heart straight from the outset.
We won't give up, we won't give in.
They'll know we mean it when we say that we're moving.
We'll give three cheers for sacrifice, tear august from our calendars,
And watch september burn.
We'll do what we can to keep the wolves in the hills,
And keep there teeth from sinking right into our necks.
Only the dead walk here.
Where are we going?
Friends to depend on,
Shoulders to descend on.
Babe, you got my heart, but where are we going?
I wanna feel the music cause it carried me to you
And i feel a little closer to the angels on my roof.
Singin' "where are we going?"