If heart means everything I lost mine to broken doors, burned out holes and poetry spelled carefully on toilet walls.
Bring me the cripples of mind and they may be cured tonight.
At dusk we waltz to anthems of disillusion on the grave we made ourselves
To give us meaning in all that is. At least the end is certain.
This ship will sink but yet there's no iceberg insight. So tell the orchestra to play a happy tune to make us feel alive.
The siren sings, proclaims its right but not now, not yet.
Bring me the cripples of mind and they may be cured tonight.
At dusk we waltz to anthems of disillusion on the grave we made ourselves
To give us meaning in all that is. At least the end is certain.
This ship will sink but yet there's no iceberg insight. So tell the orchestra to play a happy tune to make us feel alive.
The siren sings, proclaims its right but not now, not yet.