The Ghost - Broken Ears - Poison Hearts lyrics

All comfort has it's consequence

There is blood in our leisure

Cold killer is out playing the savior

Ignorant victims are blind to the crime

The slow ache in my chest is universal

The soft tremor in your spine, it knows no boundaries

The pied piper has an agenda

Of crusades and material incentives

Survival games for frozen souls

March along to the chimes of failure

Crowned butcher you're far from civilized

Claiming progress in poisoned hearts

Our security is stained with suffering

This is the land of silent tragedy

Pathetic surrenders cannot be denied

Our love is drowned in milk and honey

Patriots in the mortuary

You find your pride in decline

This culture, or lack thereof

It is not mine