Mouth Of Swords Testo

We're bored and bankrupt
With a lust for tragedy
Headlines read the palm
Of our destroyer

Flags dead at the top of their poles
The lights didn't come back on

They prayed for the horsemen
That never came Revelation of silence
Go back to sleep
I'll wake you

They all looked for him
Twisted hands to the sky
Their minds dead to life
Our own destroyer

Two naked bodies in a twisted embrace
Hand over fist they stare at each other
'Til they blinked no more

We burned all we could
Nothing left to safe
The wasteland a daydream

Your hand the last warmth in the ash
The last specters of love
As we fall
We're bored and bankrupt
With a lust for tragedy
Headlines read the palm
Of our destroyer