Bazuca

Now it's coming on just like the plague
We're so entangled in the fiction you gave
I watched black vines fall from your lips
Steeped in blood, all he wants is a kiss

Take what you want from me
But in the end, you will only find grief

Left in your wake, we're fallen to shellshock
There's nothing at stake without a petty god to mock
I watched black vines crawl from your lips
Steeped in blood, the sacrament could persist

Take what you want from me
But in the end, you will only find grief
The palace burns, I wish the fires would claim
All of us, all of us deserve the blame

I could douse myself in water
Rest onshore, I'm born anew
Bow your heads
Here burns a martyr...
It's the last thing we chose to do

Bow your heads,
Here burns a martyr...
It's the last thing we chose to do



Credits
Writer(s): Josh Adams
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