Gods & Power

There's a sale on hearts
Mine's first to be knocked down
It's been battered, broken and kicked around
And there's call to arms in centre of town
Prepare your art and believs to be tore down
There's a fist on my jab and some lining on a page
Everlasting to us all trapped in this cage
There's a man on the roof and he's ready to jump
Let's protest our morals it could be kinda fun

There's a man on the roof and he's ready to jump
There's a man on the roof and he's ready to jump

They screamed "you're turning into a stranger these days"
Lately my hopeless heart just doesn't beat the same
They talk and they talk they run their mouths
They walked away from themselves

So hang your gloves brother, it's bare knuckles again
And there's a queque forming down the street to whitness your death
You're a myrth you're a poet, you're a sucker for war
Too Goddamn proud not to fight for his cause
So fight, fight baby and let this commence
We'll be gone before we're old, neverhave the chance to repent our sins
Our sins are what we are made
Every little piece has made you what you are today

There's a man on the roof and he's ready to jump
There's a man on the roof and he's ready to jump

Save me, I'm turning into a stranger these days
Lately my hopeless heart just doesn't beat the same
They talk and they talk, they run their mouths
They walked away from themselves

With our Gods and our power we're taking over the town
With our Gods and our power we're taking over the town
With our Gods and our power we're taking over the town
With our Gods and our power we're taking over the town

Save me, I'm turning into a stranger these days
Lately my hopeless heart just doesn't beat the same
They talk and they talk, they run their mouths
They walked away from them selves