A Far Cry - BoySetsFire

Find myself through the sight of a gun

And selling war never looked so fun

Stand in line for the latest attraction

Dressed in murder like it’s hip and in fashion

Walked in like we own the place

(Bright light corpse)

Trigger pressed down, sweat is cold

(Rain down fire)

Bodies burn with babies in their arms

(Love as trash)

Hope is where the heart can die

(What we bring)

Son into heir

They made me my bed to lie

Find myself through the sight of a gun

And selling war never looked so fun

Stand in line for the latest attraction

Dressed in murder like it’s hip and in fashion

Finding ways to be a god

(Where's my gun)

Where the blood can drown my soul

(Rain down fire)

All I wanted was destination

(All I got)

All I got was all I gave

(Hope as shit)

Son into heirs

They made me my bed to lie

Find myself through the sight of a gun

And selling war never looked so fun

Stand in line for the latest attraction

Dressed in murder like it’s hip and in fashion

Give up because you’ll never justify the blood on your fingers

The bullshit look of concern

The cover ups lie and the bloated corpse

Of a system that is begging to burn

Surrender

Surrender…

Oh Lord, our father

My young patriots

Idols of our hearts

Go forth to battle

Be though near them

With them

In spirit

We also go forth from a sweet peace of our beloved fireside

To smite them both

Oh Lord, our god

Help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds

With our shells

Help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale warmth

Of their patriot death

Help us to drown out the thunder of their guns with shrieks of their wounded

Writhing in pain

Help us to lay waste their humble homes

With hurricanes of fire

Help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows

With unavailing grief

Help us to tear them out roofless

With their little children

To wander unafriended

In the waste of their desolated land and rags

And hunger and thirst

Sports of the sun, flames of summer

And icy winds of winter

Broken in spirit

Worn with prevail and pouring

Need for the refuge of the grave and denied it

For our sake, who adore thee

Lord, bless their hopes

Blight their lives

Protract their bitter pilgrimage

Make heavy their steps

Water their way with tears

Stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet

We ask it

In the spirit of love

Of Him, who is the source of love

And who is the ever faithful refuge

And friend of all that are sore, beset and seek his aid

With humble and contrite hearts

Amen

I want to find the water

That will wash this whole damn slate clean

Break down

Break up

We sleep in what we create

Right now, I’m living so much hate

Right here, my sins have all been paid

To you

Your friends

And for your sake

Dirty and so depraved

My knees have bled to hold you here

But now I’ve lost the taste

For lies force fed as time well spent

Right now, I’m living so much hate

Right here, my sins have all been paid

To you

Your friends

And for your sake

Dirty and so depraved

And if another angel says 'Just grin and bear it'

I might be forced to smash his head

Against the wall

And never sin again

And if another angel says 'Just grin and bear it'

I might be forced to smash his fucking head

Against the wall

And never sin again

Against myself

Or trust in anyone

Write me off

For suffering

It’s a joke

I give up