Lyrics Pueblo Smash - Johnny Booth

Pueblo Smash

This is the death of expectation
I’ll see the demise, of all your superstitions
They shall bind us not
I’ll plant the seeds of our secession
We will see this through.
And when the morphine kicks in, I’m staring back at
You
The deaf man hears the sound of his crater caving in
The voices of an era falling victim
We’re the victims
We’ll sound the trumpets calling
Kingdoms will crumble
Kingdoms will crumble in your hands
Fumbling right over my tongue, I’m red with envy
I’ll gut myself until you
Cannot look away
Can someone find the answers, to all impending questions?
We are the prisoners to all our own distractions
Jared in- head vessels- can’t handle- too much
My jarred in — head vessels — can’t handle — too much more
Rapid decay pulling flesh from bone, and dust storms you lonely cattle
And beneath the surface there is, prosthetic hearts
Every fragile voice can carry grand solutions
I’ve bid farewell to, these carbon copies
I’ve bid farewell to deceit
You will pay
Glass ships can sink nations
Glass ships can sink nations
Glass ships can sink
Glass ships can sink nations