A Plateful of Our Dead

Lyrics

[Intro] Don't ever ask us to define our morals Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes And hara-kiri heartbreak [Chorus] There's almost nothing worse There's almost nothing worse than never being real Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear If I had a gun, I'd pump your ethics full of lead If I believed in meat, I'd eat a plateful of our dead [Verse] There's merit in construction when it's done with our own hands There's beauty in destruction, a resurrection, another chance There's a you and I in union but just an I in my beliefs There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's na�ve The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse And a bleeding heart remorse When I'm in this state of reflection When you hand me whips and two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before [Outro] I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found Will be found