Cold Cash, Colder Hearts

they are sick
they are poor
and they die by the thousands and we look away
they are wolves at the door
and they're not going to move us
or get in our way
cause we don't have the time
here at the top of the world
feeling alright
here at the top of the world
we hold our own
by keeping our hearts cold
different god
darker skin
they are just not a burden that we'd like to bear
they are living in sin
there are so many reasons for us not to care
but i'm feeling alright
here at the top of the world
doing just fine
here at the top of the world
we've learned money matters most
so we keep our cards held close
here at the top of the world
we hold our own
by keeping our hearts cold
and we've learned what matters most
so we keep our hearts cold
they are no one
they are nowhere
they are not our problem
no one seeing
non existant
if we keep our hearts
they are no one
they are nowhere

Under A Killing Moon

the air my lungs first loved
carves craters from my eyes
they said breathe deeply son
or be the next to die...

Beneath the falling night
and heaven's shutting gate
pray keep your tongue held tight
or suffer the same fate

the blood on our black gloves
it is none of your concern
if you want to call our bluff
get in line and wait your turn
and watch the witches burn"

Don't flinch when innocents
are dancing with the flame
if they wanted to live
they'd learn to play the game

You can still walk away
if you just hold your tongue
if you'd just walk away
you'd live to see the sun but"

Under this killing moon
under this burning sky
the fire's shining groom
I hold my breath and close my eyes

"The blood on our black gloves
it is none of your concern
if you want to call our bluff
get in line and wait your turn
and watch the witches burn
we'll watch the witches burn"

All That's Left

one day the dreamers died within us
when all our answers never came
we hid the truth beneath our skin but
our shadows never looked the same

a ghost is all that's left
of everything we swore we never would forget
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are the dead

and when we couldn't stop the bleeding
we held our hearts over the flame
we couldn't help but call it treason
after that we couldn't fill our frames
after that our shadows never looked the same

in summers past we'd challenge fate
with higher pitch and perfect aim
and standing fast, we'd radiate
a light we loved but never named
but the answers never came
and our shadows never looked the same

a ghost is all that's left
of everything we swore we never would forget
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead
we are the dead
a ghost of everything we thought but never said
we tried to bleed the sickness
but we drained our hearts instead

we are the ones who lost our faith
we dug ourselves an early grave
we are the dead, can we be saved?

Silhouette

Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, seamless and sure.
They leave me broken and, in need of a cure.

Your eyes, followed me here.
Your eyes, sifting my soul.
They leave me broken and forge diamonds from the coal.

They race me along,
The infinite synapse of white lines.
and then while chasing the dawn,
with story book syntax.

Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself in this life.
this silhouette lie.

And your eyes, speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, filling my lungs.
Testing my will.
They leave me broken and, bruised and bleeding.

Your eyes, resting in flame,
Leaven me breathless again.
Like hydrogen split on fault lines.
Or ten years living with exposure to radon.

Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know.
About myself in this life.
this silhouette lie.

Your eyes, Your eyes.
Speaking in tongues.
Vigilant still, lead our way.
Filling my lungs.
Testing my will.

You slit the throat, of I know.
About myself in this life.
this silhouette lie.

You slit my throat.
Because I know,
That this life, is a lie.
So slit my throat.

Stare At The Sun

i sit here clutching useless lists
and keys for doors that don't exist
i crack my teeth on pearls
i tear into the history
just show me what it means to me in this world

'cause i am due for a miracle
i'm waiting for a sign
i'll stare straight into the sun
and i won't close my eyes
'til i understand or go blind

i see the parts but not the whole
i study saints and scholars both
no perfect plan unfurls
do i trust my heart or just my mind
why is truth so hard to find in this world
yeah in this world

'cause i am due for a miracle
i'm waiting for a sign
i'll stare straight into the sun
and i won't close my eyes
'til i understand or go blind

i know that there's a point I've missed
a shrine or stone i haven't kissed
a scar that never graced my wrist
a mirror that hasn't met my fist
but i can't help feeling that i'm

due for a miracle
i'm waiting for a sign
i'll stare straight into the sun
and i won't close my eyes

Paper Tigers

they preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight
they toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines,
shatterproof spires
listen for the sound, as it all comes crashing down
they light the world on fire, just to watch it burn
it'll be their funeral pyre, but they never seem to learn
and we paid the price, we paid for their crimes with our blood
and our lives

Hoods On Peregrine

the blue light spills like oceans
we smile and let it in
it cures us of our questions
like hoods on peregrine

knowledge locked in a tower
barons will hold the key
but if knowledge is power,
know this is tyranny
all we're asking for is what's ours

you think they're selling you truth,
truth is, they're selling you out
truth is, they're selling you out

the black ink fuels our notions
that all the facts are in
it cures us of our questions
like hoods on peregrine

knowledge locked in a tower
barons will hold the key
but if knowledge is power,
know this is tyranny

all we're asking for is what's ours

you think they're selling you truth
but they're just selling you
and if we keep buying in
the line between lies and truth
will wear paper thin,
paper thin

you think they're selling you truth,
the truth is, they're selling you out

The Melting Point Of Wax

I've waited for this moment
All my life and more
And now i see so clearly
What i could not see before.
The time is now or never
This chance won't come again
Throw caution and myself to the wind.

There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But im willing to find out what impossible means.
A leap of faith.

Parody of an angel
Miles above the sea
I hear the voice of reason
Screaming after me
"You've flown far too high, for now your too close to the sun
Soon your makeshift wings will come undone"

But how will I know limits from lies if i never try?

Theres no promise of safety with these secondhand wings
But im willing to find out what impossible means.
Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams
Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me.
Nothing to me
Nothing to me

I will touch the sun or I will die trying.
Die Trying.

Fly on these secondhand wings
Willing to find out what impossible means
Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams
Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me
Means nothing to me
Miles above the sea

Blood Clots And Black Holes

here's your new drug
shoot it in the left eye
feel it on the right side
no it's not love
though it sets up shop behind your ribcage
building blood clots and black holes
like using an axe to pull
a sliver from your skin

and they say this is medicine
an overdose of oxygen
a severed head as sedative
to be at peace would be a sin
and surely un-american
i'm breaking

here's your new blood
transfusion took us all night
tell us that you're all right
no it's not love
though feels like fire inside of your veins
burning right beneath the wrist
begging for a razor's kiss
to free it from your skin

and they say this is medicine
an overdose of oxygen
a severed head as sedative
to be at peace would be a sin
and surely unamerican
i'm breaking down

lift the veil, it's not medicine
and my heart fails, time and time again

The Artist In The Ambulance

late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone
now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
and i realize that empty words are not enough
i'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promises i never kept?
i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
i hope that i will never let you down
i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right,
i know that there's a difference between sleight of hand,
and giving everything you have
there's a line drawn in the sand, i'm working up the will to cross it
rhetoric can't raise the dead
i'm sick of always talking when there's no change
i'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow
late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound

The Abolition Of Man

wake up everyone! It's not too late
to save the remnants of our hearts,
so stop giving up our last shot at love,
our only chance to find the meaning of
the beat beneath the blood

we laugh at honor and are shocked when
we find knives in our backs
we follow those who cheat and steal
look in my eyes, you wont find your way back
our only compass smashed under our own heels
reason abandoned to appetites and addicts arms
shotguns and silence have always been the best of charms

wake up everyone! it's not too late
to save the remnants of our hearts,
so stop giving up our last shot at love,
our only chance to find the meaning of
the beat beneath the blood
we laugh at honor and are shocked when
we find knives in our backs
we follow those who cheat and steal
ook in my eyes, you wont find your way back
our only compass smashed under our own heels, under our iron will

the abolition of man is within the reach of science
but are we so far gone that we'll try it?

Don't Tell And We Won't Ask

paint the target
we don't need no evidence
flood the market
we do it all in self defense
you're a smart kid
never work without your gloves
if you're a smart kid
you'll stay the hell away from love

and if it comes to murder
don't tell and we won't ask you how
you sleep at night when the lights go out
and you're all alone
with all the ghosts of lesser humans
whose lives you've spilt to suit your own

sit and think of
all the dollars and the cents
and your blue blood
you'll see it all makes perfect sense
drink from this cup
a better life awaits us all
you're one of us
remember conscience comes before the fall

your actions all are justified
your actions all are justified

and if it comes to murder
don't tell and we won't ask you how
you sleep at night when the lights go out
and you're all alone
with all the ghosts of lesser humans
whose lives you've spilt to suit your own
cause it's need to know
and we dont need to know
and we dont need to know
but don't we all bleed red blood?
don't we all bleed red blood?