Dont ever ask us to define our morals Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak Some of us are all of us halfselves that love whole hopes And harakiri heartbreak Theres almost nothing worse than never being real Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear If I had a gun Id pump your ethics full of lead If I believed in meat Id eat a plateful of our dead Theres merit in construction when its done with your own hands Theres beauty in destruction, resurrection, another chance Theres a you and I in union but just an I in my beliefs Theres a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyones nave The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse When Im In this state of reflection and you hand me whips And two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before Id rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around Until a garden with our bulletladen morals will be found
heartbreak, there, id, whip, moral