The Murder of My Sweet - Poets by Default

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«Beth this is not the way, the balance must not stray
Careful where you tread
You’re no use to me dead.»
Do I have to play the villain?
Just to make the hero appear
The only way to make you listen
Through destruction and despair
How many earthquakes will it take?
Or destruction of this land
Should I make a new Sahara?
Dry the rivers, slay the lambs?
I’m going to tear it down
I’ll burn it to the ground
Hand picking rotten souls
I’m pinning down the sinners
The heroes without a cause
Serving them frozen dinners
With candles and broken hearts
Play them songs without a rhythm
While they’re dancing in the dark
Down here we all are poets by default
Poets by default
I could keep you in my prison
Singing lullabies for you
From His ashes I’ve arisen
Standing here in front of you
I’m going to tear it down
I’ll burn it to the ground
Hand picking rotten souls
I’m pinning down the sinners
The heroes without a cause
Serving them frozen dinners
With candles and broken hearts
Play them songs without a rhythm
While they’re dancing in the dark
Down here we all are poets by default
Poets by default
Waiting for the winter bane
You’re the poison in my veins
Fly dragonfly
Through rain or shine
Don’t fear the end
I will make new wings for you
Fly, fly, fly…
So tell the Devil I am
Pinning down the sinners
The heroes without a cause
Serving them frozen dinners
With candles and broken hearts
Play them songs without a rhythm
While they’re dancing in the dark
Down here we all are poets by default
Poets by default
I’m going to tear it down
I’ll burn it to the ground
Hand picking rotten souls
Rotten souls