La Dispute - Future Wars lyrics

"Crows, wipe the blood off the
End of your claws, "
Said the vulture
Let's gather like storms for the war
For the war ah, crows
As the night turns it's skin into coal
Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold
They will label you thieves, wolves
And whores but
You are nothing less than angels
You are nothing less than angels
You are nothing less than angels
You are nothing less than angels
To the cast down and covered in black
Ain't this the bloodiest mess in
The world? Said the virgin
A torn little girl
Ah, boy, you went and made a
Sweet wreck of my soul
And I've already forgiven you

And blood, it was running down
Her dress in streams into her hands where she
Was stitching on the flesh he'd left
In sections on the carpet near a bed that
Never slept while you were sleeping
In her clothes that he had laid with on
The floor with all his fingers crossed
In hoping that that distance wouldn't grow

But how it grew and how it hurt
And how it hallowed every memory he'd
Never felt was threatened by
A thing the world
Could conjure up to kill them, oh
But he let it kill them
What a bunch of fools we lovers are

And now she's smiling
With her self put back together
Just a shadow of the past before the war
All sewn together
Like a city sick from storms
And sick of waiting for a god to
Call the floods out of her home
What a bunch of fools we lovers are
We lovers are
When tempted by the taste of flesh "My boy
You are nothing more than a thief and a whore
In a suit of the finest of armor
" laughed the vulture laughed the vulture
"Pathetic little child
I am embarrassed for you"