Battle Of Britain Memorial Welcome To Rapture
You go round in circles, hypocrisy in your shade
But have you thought you could stumble one day?
Body cries, body cries
Filthy inroad
Body cries, body cries
Pilasters are creasing the skies
All hail the tremendous men who praise to the skies the unbalanced one
Body cries, nasty souls
Foresee the pleading of the crowd
We want to escape from this
And we will eventually do it
If we have to build our town at the ocean's bottom, so be it
If we have to flee from this world, forced to live underground, so be it
If we must disown the past, and clear the path, without one doubt: so be it
If we have to lose the faith in all of why we were born one day, and maybe fall, so be it
If we have to take up arms, to fight against sanctimonious and our regrets, so be it
If we have to build the town for all of why we were born one day, and maybe fall, so be it
If we have to leave the close, to drop the flag, reverse the cross, accelerate, to work the clay with our own hands, we'll undergo, accelerate, we'll undergo a little more, once and for all, accelerate, for our belief sake
Welcome to Rapture
