We have waited for hours upon hours
In this murder office holding our breath to just be noticed
We want to be used
I have a feeling that we have fed the bullets
Enough to rain the roses on all the mass production
Our time for war has come

Here is where I stand
Broken bones meet blistered hands
We’re cutting open wounds
to save a seat for you
In the clinic we are pulling needles through

And even when everything has gone bare
When there’s nothing left but static
And nothing to hear
Well be here to rock you to sleep and to guide you
But at the moment theres nothing but lies
Fake friendships and broken ties
And in the end well all begin
With some things thought and some things said

Here is where I stand
Broken bones meet blistered hands
We’re cutting open wounds
to save a seat for you
In the clinic we are (pause) through
Your eyes through your face
There’s a killer there’s a deeper spot in space
That’s pulling routine down
That’s killing precious sound
In a tidal wave of maybes and regrets

And in the morning we saw you when the sun comes up again
And I will be you

We have waited for hours upon hours
In this murder office holding our breath to just be noticed
We want to be used
I have a feeling that we have fed the bullets
Enough to rain the roses on all the mass production
Our time for war

And here is where I stand
Broken bones meet blistered hands
We’re cutting open wounds
to save a seat for you
In the clinic we are pulling needles through
Your eyes through your face
There’s a killer there’s a deeper spot in space
That’s pulling routine down
That’s killing precious sound
In a tidal wave of maybes and regrets



Lyrics submitted by Moriah

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