Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Future Wars, artist - La Dispute.
Date of issue: 13.04.2006
Song language: English
Future Wars |
(Crows, wipe the blood from the end of your claws. |
Said the vulture |
Lets gather like storms for the war. |
Crows, as the night turns its skin into coal, |
Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold. |
They will label you thieves, wolves, and whores |
but you are nothing less than angels, |
cast down and covered in black.) |
Ain’t this the bloodiest mess in the world? |
Said the virgin, a torn little girl. |
Boy, you went and made a sweet wreck of my soul, and I’ve already forgiven you. |
And blood was running down |
Her dress in streams into her hands where she |
Was stitching on the flesh had left |
In sections on the carpet near a bed that |
Never slept while she was sleeping |
In her clothes that he had laid with on |
The floor with all his fingers crossed |
In hoping that that distance |
Wouldn’t grow. |
But how it grew, |
And how it hurt, |
And how it hallowed every memory had |
Never felt was threatened by a thing the world |
Could conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill them |
What a bunch of fools we lovers are. |
And now shes smiling, with her self put back together, |
just a shadow of the past before the war. |
All sewn together, like a city sick from storms |
and sick of waiting for a god to call the floods out of her home. |
what a bunch of fools we lovers are |
when tempted by the taste of flesh. |
«My boy, you are nothing more than a thief and a whore |
in a suit of the finest of armor."laughed the vulture. |
«Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you.» |