BLUE SKY BLACK DEATH - Call to Arms lyrics

rate me

Wake me up radio, wake me up forecaster

Be still my heart, what's this new disaster?

My main muse is self-eradication

We all need inspiration, don't we?

Your misfortune is my winning card

Your new disaster is my call to arms

I make my cold calls strictly after hours

I'm proud to serve with my flock of scavengers

And fellow cowards, suit up

Boldly battling market saturation

With no standing ovation for me

Your unknown is at my home address

When you're displaced is when I come to collect

I like a good wreck, what can I say?

I'm the looter at your uprising

I live and breathe silver lining

I'm the pickpocket improvising in the crowd