As compassionate assassins we're indecisive
In matters of love and war
In matters of love and war
We tend to forget the places we've explored
And of the opportunties we fail to seize
We'll do our best to ignore
And of our failed revolutions
None will be mourned
And of our failed revolutions
None will be mourned
Because we brought the right guns
For, for the wrong wars
We brought the right guns
For the wrong wars
Right guns, wrong wars
Right guns (right guns)
Wrong wars
Right guns, wrong wars
You know I'll wake up yearning for change
Thinking from the synapses in the stem of my brain
The risks are understood
By then you're gone for good
So just take a second to breathe and habituate to the pain
You know I'll wake up yearning for change
Thinking from the synapses in the stem of my brain
Our lives are engraved
Engraved in pictures of passing trains
Our lives are enframed
In the stillness of a placid page
You get use to the stillness of a fucking stagnant life
Some of us are moving or at least we're trying
Swallow your delusions and hold them inside
Digest the combination of false
Hope and swallowed pride
You know I'll wake up yearning for change
Thinking from the synapses in the stem of my brain
The risks are understood
By then you're gone for good
So just take a second to breathe and habituate to the pain
Our lives are engraved
Engraved in pictures of passing trains
Our lives are enframed
In the stillness of a placid fucking page
And of our failed revolutions
None will be mourned
And of our failed revolutions
None will be mourned