5man Permanent Campaign
Borne of the same home and plate, we have come to the end of our once warm embrace.
I’ll cut you up.
Painted for war, the poison’s running its’ course.
We’ve got a strong arm and it’s grasping for throats.
The lions are eating while the dove is a ghost.
We’ve been drinking up all of the wine before hanging the host.
All this hate will crush us in our wave.
WE CAN’T STAND AGAINST OUR TIDE.
IT’S AMAZING WHAT WE CAN CREATE WHEN LEAVING ALL OUR LOVE BEHIND.
WE’LL BE TOGETHER WASHING AWAY.
We’ll never give in because there’s always more to win.
The death horse is marching and it’s wearing our face.
Pistol shots at the opera start the debate.
The choir is screaming for a blood red toast
raised to all of the future martyrs lining the coast.
All this hate will crush us in our wave.
WE CAN’T STAND AGAINST OUR TIDE.
IT’S AMAZING WHAT WE CAN CREATE WHEN LEAVING ALL OUR LOVE BEHIND.
WE’LL BE TOGETHER WASHING AWAY.
Side by side here on the shore, there will always be more.
WE CAN’T STAND AGAINST OUR TIDE.
IT’S AMAZING WHAT WE CAN CREATE WHEN LEAVING ALL OUR LOVE BEHIND.
WE’LL BE TOGETHER WASHING AWAY.
