Protest the Hero - A Plateful of Our Dead Lyrics


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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

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

There's merit in construction when it's done with your own hands
There's beauty in destruction, 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
When I'm In this state of reflection and you hand me whips
And two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before

I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds
Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found



Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 No Stars Over Bethlehem
  • 2 Heretics & Killers
  • 3 Divinity Within
  • 4 Bury the Hatchet
  • 5 Nautical
  • 6 Blindfolds Aside
  • 7 She Who Mars the Skin of Gods
  • 8 Turn Soonest to the Sea
  • 9 The Divine Suicide of K.
  • 10 A Plateful of Our Dead