La Dispute - Future Wars Lyrics
(Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws.Said the vultureLets gather like storms for the war.Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal, Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold.They will label you thieves, wolves, and whoresBut you are nothing less than angels, you are nothing less than angels x3)Cast down and covered in black.Ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world? Said the virgin, a torn little girl.Boy, you went and made a sweet wreck of my soul, and I've already forgiven you.And blood was running downHer dress in streams into her hands where sheWas stitching on the flesh he leftIn sections on the carpet near a bed thatNever slept while she was sleepingIn her clothes that he had laid with onThe floor with all his fingers crossedIn hoping that that distanceWouldn't grow.But how it grew, And how it hurt, And how it hallowed every memory hadNever felt was threatened by a thing the worldCould conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill themWhat a bunch of fools we lovers are.And now she's smiling, with her self put back together, Just a shadow of the past before the war.All sewn together, like a city sick from stormsAnd sick of waiting for a god to call the floods out of her home.What a bunch of fools we lovers areWhen tempted by the taste of flesh."My boy, you are nothing more than a thief and a whoreIn a suit of the finest of armor." laughed the vulture."Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you."
