Hateful Comforts Songtext
von Burning Love
Hateful Comforts Songtext
Sitting in amnesiac waiting for the earth to crack
Memorize the planted phrase, burn the books, retract the page
Let the people sink or swim, these bombs won′t save their skin
Strength in numbers, hateful comfort
Back the winners, we back the winners and bury the others
Fifty-one percent
Your opinion for rent
I was horrified as the good things came to light
It was everything we ever wanted
Something still just wasn't right
Sad false relief, nothing up my sleeve
Have I helped your disbelief?
Well no, no, no, no
Only ever half supplied
Half the people half the time
All the patriotic minds will follow
Duty-bound amnesiac
World War III strapped to his back
Don′t ask him who he's for
Tomorrow is a new day
Stand tall or down in shame
We're spineless bastards all
With backs against the wall
But you were never one of that fearful chorus
At the tail end of alarmist strings
Let the breaking news pick our enemies for us
If not us then who were they?
Where were these fearless freedom fighters?
When our own word lands you on a no-fly list?
Only at the part when it was them and never us
Oh surely you exaggerate
I don′t remember it that way
But our proudest moments swept under the rug
Proud history you pick and choose
What you never forgive and never forget
He says I′d never sink to that
No, I wouldn't sink to that
I′m more rational, less gullible
A better man than that
But I can swear the mob was here
Still smell the smoke, a mosque on fire
Still see the words washed off the walls
So who were the brave ones that disappeared into the crowd?
The collapse of a mob along for the ride
That turns into smoke at the turn of the tide
There's two sides to every fence and the optimist he says
Wash your hands of peace time and celebrate with a new lie
Disown it all when the pendulum swings back
And it′s back to the pitchfork
Back to the high horse
Back to drama politics for all
Will you remember this when it matters
And thank your god for a free world
Where nothing goes unscripted anymore?
Cause we're just buying time with tricks of the light
Are we moving forward or just from side to side?
Yesterday′s hero, tomorrow's strung-up witch
And there's two sides to every fence for the fifty-one percent
Memorize the planted phrase, burn the books, retract the page
Let the people sink or swim, these bombs won′t save their skin
Strength in numbers, hateful comfort
Back the winners, we back the winners and bury the others
Fifty-one percent
Your opinion for rent
I was horrified as the good things came to light
It was everything we ever wanted
Something still just wasn't right
Sad false relief, nothing up my sleeve
Have I helped your disbelief?
Well no, no, no, no
Only ever half supplied
Half the people half the time
All the patriotic minds will follow
Duty-bound amnesiac
World War III strapped to his back
Don′t ask him who he's for
Tomorrow is a new day
Stand tall or down in shame
We're spineless bastards all
With backs against the wall
But you were never one of that fearful chorus
At the tail end of alarmist strings
Let the breaking news pick our enemies for us
If not us then who were they?
Where were these fearless freedom fighters?
When our own word lands you on a no-fly list?
Only at the part when it was them and never us
Oh surely you exaggerate
I don′t remember it that way
But our proudest moments swept under the rug
Proud history you pick and choose
What you never forgive and never forget
He says I′d never sink to that
No, I wouldn't sink to that
I′m more rational, less gullible
A better man than that
But I can swear the mob was here
Still smell the smoke, a mosque on fire
Still see the words washed off the walls
So who were the brave ones that disappeared into the crowd?
The collapse of a mob along for the ride
That turns into smoke at the turn of the tide
There's two sides to every fence and the optimist he says
Wash your hands of peace time and celebrate with a new lie
Disown it all when the pendulum swings back
And it′s back to the pitchfork
Back to the high horse
Back to drama politics for all
Will you remember this when it matters
And thank your god for a free world
Where nothing goes unscripted anymore?
Cause we're just buying time with tricks of the light
Are we moving forward or just from side to side?
Yesterday′s hero, tomorrow's strung-up witch
And there's two sides to every fence for the fifty-one percent
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