A Plateful Of Our Dead lyrics by Protest the Hero

Don't ever ask us to define our morals
Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak
Some of us are all of us half-selves that love whole hopes
And hara-kiri heartbreak

There's almost nothing worse than never being real
Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear

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If I had a gun, l'd pump your ethics full of lead
If I believed in meat, l'd eat a plateful of our dead

There's merit in destruction when it's done with your own hands
There's beauty in construction, resurrection, another chance
There's a you and I in union but just an I in our beliefs
There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's native

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
The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse
And a bleeding heart

When l'm in this state of reflection and you hand me whips
And two by fours, I could never bring them down, bring them down
Bring them down and beat the same horse as before
Bring them down, as before

I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds
Until a garden with our bullet laden morals will be found
I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds
Until a garden with our bullet laden morals will be found, will be found