the war on us
these days go by whistling unkept secrets
victims or refugees of accidental suicide?
so hollow and meek are the blue and white
to the color of blood do we ever cry
"hey tragedy, play me like this"
with more to follow as unison triumphs
######'s begin to pile up like hills
and just to let their arms rest another day
empty promises scream for us to fill them
decisions, decisions
"where are we? the lights are off"
blind as mice in their coffins, they wonder...
"are we the weapons of mass destruction?"
victims or refugees of accidental suicide?
so hollow and meek are the blue and white
to the color of blood do we ever cry
"hey tragedy, play me like this"
with more to follow as unison triumphs
######'s begin to pile up like hills
and just to let their arms rest another day
empty promises scream for us to fill them
decisions, decisions
"where are we? the lights are off"
blind as mice in their coffins, they wonder...
"are we the weapons of mass destruction?"