Song Lyrics
to the madness in the melody
Stripes and stars comprise my prison bars, these sanctimonious steeples will meet us in the dirt
the cost of liberty
The name of love made concurrent with shame, for wretched bodies washed ashore Blood, the barren wastes
Stripes and stars comprise my prison bars, maybe we ll fall asleep tonight Planet, the life i loved looking up at me
The barren wastes, maybe we ll fall asleep tonight
stripes and stars comprise my prison bars
It sounds like your heartbeat keeping time, i thought it familiar, the name of love made concurrent with shame
these sanctimonious steeples will meet us in the dirt
Pretend it s a house of peace while she s buried underneath, saplings struck like daggers hemorrhaging streams
To the madness in the melody, so forests can once more abound, as the breath of my people return to the ground
The name of love made concurrent with shame, if only we had eyes to see it shake Silent, did the oceans dry out and return to the sky
maybe we ll fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody poured out for
because the earth is trembling
If only we had eyes to see it shake, these sanctimonious steeples will meet us in the dirt
Maybe we ll fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody poured out for, stripes and stars comprise my prison bars, stripes and stars comprise my prison bars
we were dressed in potential now we re draped in sorrow
For a privileged perspective of our final goodbye, maybe this storm is a perfect score, the cost of liberty
the cost of liberty
The cost of liberty, maybe we ll fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody poured out for Planet, stripes and stars comprise my prison bars
These sanctimonious steeples will meet us in the dirt, we were dressed in potential now we re draped in sorrow, so forests can once more abound
For wretched bodies washed ashore, saplings struck like daggers hemorrhaging streams Native, as the breath of my people return to the ground
our race is a bloodstain spattered on a profane political campaign
maybe this storm is a perfect score
The cost of liberty, that this pain has a purpose
