Protest The Hero - A Plateful of Our Dead lyrics
[Protest The Hero - A Plateful of Our Dead lyrics]
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 your own hands
There's beauty in destruction
A resurrection, another chance
There's a you and I in union but
Just an I in my beliefs
There's a crashing plane with a
Banner that reads everyone's naïve
The only proof that I have that
We shot and killed this horse
Is the sounds of whips on flesh
And a bleeding heart remorse
The only proof that I have that
We shot and killed this horse
And a bleeding heart remorse
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 it's seeds around
Until a garden with our bullet
Laden morals will be found
I'd rather kill a stupid flower
And spread it's seeds around
Until a garden with our bullet
Laden morals will be found will be found
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 your own hands
There's beauty in destruction
A resurrection, another chance
There's a you and I in union but
Just an I in my beliefs
There's a crashing plane with a
Banner that reads everyone's naïve
The only proof that I have that
We shot and killed this horse
Is the sounds of whips on flesh
And a bleeding heart remorse
The only proof that I have that
We shot and killed this horse
And a bleeding heart remorse
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 it's seeds around
Until a garden with our bullet
Laden morals will be found
I'd rather kill a stupid flower
And spread it's seeds around
Until a garden with our bullet
Laden morals will be found will be found