Putrid words from sharpened tongues

Are spewing them from our mouths

Without a translation

We're just making sounds

The pride of a lion is your disguise

But the fear of a coward's in your eyes

Your chasing the rapture

Praying for a

Perfect disaster

To save us from ourselves

We need more then miracles

We need to answer

For the blood on our hands now

And save us from ourselves

Out sight and Out of mind

Make everything alright

So let the sky and sea collide

Just not in our lifetime

The end is running

Late tonight

The kingdom comes crashing

Down into ashes

Careful what you're asking for

Your chasing the rapture

Praying for a

Perfect disaster

To save us from ourselves

We need more then miracles

We need to answer

For the blood on our hands now

And save us from ourselves

We're comfortable killers

We're comfortable killers

We're comfortable killers

We're comfortable killers

We're comfortable killers

We're comfortable killers

We're comfortable killers

We're comfortable killers

Chasing the rapture

Praying for a

Perfect disaster

To save us from ourselves

Your chasing the rapture

Praying for a

Perfect disaster

To save us from ourselves

We need more then miracles

We need to answer

For the blood on our hands now

And save us from ourselves

We're comfortable killers

We're comfortable killers

We're comfortable killers

We're comfortable killers