Mouth Of Swords

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 save
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