Don't ever ask us to define our morals
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Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak
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Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes
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And hara-kiri heartbreak
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There's almost nothing worse than never being real
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Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear
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If I had a gun I'd pump your ethics full of lead
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If I believed in meat I'd eat a plateful of our dead
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There's merit in construction when it's done with your own hands
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There's beauty in destruction, resurrection, another chance
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There's a you and I in union but just an I in our beliefs
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There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's na?e
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The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse
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Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse
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When I'm In this state of reflection and you hand me whips
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And two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before
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I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around
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Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found
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A Plateful of Our Dead
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| Protest The Hero |
