La Dispute - Future Wars lyrics

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(Crows, wipe the blood from the end of your claws.<br />

Said the vulture<br />

Lets gather like storms for the war.<br />

Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal, <br />

Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold.<br />

They will label you thieves, wolves, and whores<br />

But you are nothing less than angels, <br />

Cast down and covered in black.)<br />

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Ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world? Said the virgin, a torn little girl.<br />

Boy, you went and made a sweet wreck of my soul, and I've already forgiven you.<br />

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And blood was running down<br />

Her dress in streams into her hands where she<br />

Was stitching on the flesh had left<br />

In sections on the carpet near a bed that<br />

Never slept while she was sleeping<br />

In her clothes that he had laid with on<br />

The floor with all his fingers crossed<br />

In hoping that that distance<br />

Wouldn't grow.<br />

But how it grew, <br />

And how it hurt, <br />

And how it hallowed every memory had<br />

Never felt was threatened by a thing the world<br />

Could conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill them<br />

What a bunch of fools we lovers are.<br />

And now she's smiling, with her self put back together, <br />

Just a shadow of the past before the war.<br />

All sewn together, like a city sick from storms<br />

And sick of waiting for a god to call the floods out of her home.<br />

What a bunch of fools we lovers are<br />

When tempted by the taste of flesh.<br />

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"My boy, you are nothing more than a thief and a whore<br />

In a suit of the finest of armor." laughed the vulture.<br />

"Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you."