Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed - text
Make no mistake the arrow I've drawn is for you
I've been sharpening its point my whole life and my aim is true
They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose
I've been sharpening its point my whole life and my aim is true
They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose
Your foolish heart
It poisons the well
We knew the war was lost
and sang every empire fell
It poisons the well
We knew the war was lost
and sang every empire fell
Theres thunder in our hearts
but too much hate for the ones we love
but too much hate for the ones we love
All against all, from such wounds
we seed mighty oaks
No ocean to vast or conquest small
to whet the blade of tyranny
we seed mighty oaks
No ocean to vast or conquest small
to whet the blade of tyranny
Your foolish heart
It poisons the well
We celebrate the final days
and see you all in hell
It poisons the well
We celebrate the final days
and see you all in hell
Make no mistake the site he draws is on you
a finger on the trigger his aim maybe true
and history bends once more again to you
they say the war is lost but this battle you will lose
a finger on the trigger his aim maybe true
and history bends once more again to you
they say the war is lost but this battle you will lose
