Lyrics

Kill 'em with kind
Kill 'em with calm
Don't anger men
With perfect lawns
We are the rats
At the wheel
And we're told
Where to steer
Because your guts
Are the fine line
Between heroes and fear

We are the flies in your mouth
And we don't make a sound
Because why find the lost
When you can lose the found?

Hold steady
Light the bombs
We are the lost
We don't sing psalms
Because your lies
Are the fine lines
Between first and last
Right the ship
Conquer thought
Don't trust the men
Who can't be bought

Too many gods to agree
Nature needs us to leave

We are the worms in your brain
And we will eat your eyes
Because why mind the lost
When you can lose your mind?

The more of us there are
The less precious life becomes