Lyrics Guilty Blessings, Pt. 2 - OH, MANHATTAN

Guilty Blessings, Pt. 2

Establish the traps and place the bait
With the fire comes the enticement of your game to the fields
With the candles lit in a cabaret
Come close to me, we’ll make history
Ensure us the false fates of righteousness and glory
Harvest the children, the feast is ready
Our mothers and fathers have seen the killing fields
So now we bare witness
In heaven, everything is fine
In black and white we’ll see his flaw in design
In heaven, everything is fine
We’ll brand ourselves with pride at stake
As one of the herd has gone astray
Keep your pity and your malice to yourself
I’ve been cast out by better friends than you
Pull these teeth, we’ll see who bites first
You may be leaving in traction and heartache
There are no vacancy for new fears
They’ve filled our heads like hotels for years
With the candles lit in a cabaret
Come close to me, we’ll make history
Without wrap and bow this gift is free
And without warning they’ve alerted the arsenal for me
Our mothers and fathers have seen the killing fields
So now we bare witness
The sunlight brings warmth across my face again
It’s like the warmth that is possessed by the souls of southern women
It’s the subtle smile I get knowing that tragedy is among us
And that every first time ends with emotions in comas
It punctuates the guilty blessings in our lives
Destroys the beauty in our minds
We’ll you want blood, I’ll fucking give you blood
We tread the grounds our forefathers claimed
The earth bleeds crimson, the sky is filled with flames
Disaster has given new fear not only of ourselves
But of the wretched souls lost in the fields of death