Wounded words from sharpened tongues
Are spewing from our mouths
Without a translation
We're just making soundsThe pride of a lion is your disguise
But the fear of a coward's in your eyesYou're chasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselvesWe need more than 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 lifetimeThe end is running late tonight
The kingdom comes crashing down into ashes
Careful what you're asking forYou're chasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselvesWe need more than miracles
We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now
And save us from ourselvesWe'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 killersChasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselvesYou're chasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselvesWe need more than miracles
We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now
And save us from ourselvesWe're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
