Don't ever ask us to define our morals
Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak
Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes

And hara-kiri heartbreak

There's almost nothing worse than never being real

Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear
If I had a gun I'd pump your ethics full of lead
If I believed in meat I'd eat a plateful of our dead


There's merit in construction when it's done with our own hands
There's beauty in destruction, a resurrection, another chance

There's a ?U? and ?I? in union but just an ?I? in my beliefs



There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's naive

The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse

Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart's remorse x2
When I'm In this state of reflection and you hand me whips
And two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before


I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds
Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found x2

(Will be found!)