One Dead Three Wounded Follow

As compaionate assassins we're indecisive in matters of love and war
We tend to forget the places we've explored
and of the opportunties we fail to seize
We'll do our best to ignore
And our failed revolutions, none will be mourned

Because we bought the right guns for the wrong wars

You know I'll wake up yearning for change thinking from the synapses in the stem of brain
The risks are understood by then you're gone for good.
So just take a second to breathe and habituate to the pain

Our lives are engrained in pictures of passing trains
Our lives are enframed in the stillness of a placid page
But you get use to the stillness of a fucking stagnany life.
Some of us are moving or at least we're trying.
Swallow your delusions and hold them inside
Digest the combination of false hope and swallowed pride

You know I'll wake up yearning for change thinking from the synapses in the stem of brain
The risks are understood by then you're gone for good.
So just take a second to breathe and habituate to the pain
Our lives are engrained in pictures of passing trains
Our lives are enframed in the stillness of a placid page
And of our failed revolutions, none will be mourned