Fight or flee
Where to go from here
Is all unclear
No one knows
What the future holds
The casts and molds have
Only some answers to offer
A snake made screamers of the scoffers
Grey billows
Start to flood my eyes
And without guise my
Soul's exposed
She opens up to fend
I give consent. Though
These pretty words may rhyme with fright
A rhythm is building in the night
It goes
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They can't see what we see now
And they cannot hear all these beautiful sounds
For in this world
Chaos makes pearls
And all big men come from
Little girls
Little girls
Born in white winter
Still remember that
Like scorched birds
They rose from the dust of stars
'Ts in who they are to
Fly high exploding through the storm cloud
The sun above can never be cowed
It knows
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They can't be what we'll be now
And they cannot hear all the souls in the ground
Within the land of contraband
The one eyed man conceives
New old worlds
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They can't reap
What we'll reap now
And they can't upkeep all the weeds they've endowed
A rumble quakes
As lightning breaks
And fleets of flakes
Like banners unfurl
Case Watson - War Song Lyrics
Case Watson - War Song Lyrics
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Fight or flee
Where to go from here
Is all unclear
No one knows
What the future holds
The casts and molds have
Only some answers to offer
A snake made screamers of the scoffers
Grey billows
Start to flood my eyes
And without guise my
Soul's exposed
She opens up to fend
I give consent. Though
These pretty words may rhyme with fright
A rhythm is building in the night
It goes
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They can't see what we see now
And they cannot hear all these beautiful sounds
For in this world
Chaos makes pearls
And all big men come from
Little girls
Little girls
Born in white winter
Still remember that
Like scorched birds
They rose from the dust of stars
'Ts in who they are to
Fly high exploding through the storm cloud
The sun above can never be cowed
It knows
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They can't be what we'll be now
And they cannot hear all the souls in the ground
Within the land of contraband
The one eyed man conceives
New old worlds
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They can't reap
What we'll reap now
And they can't upkeep all the weeds they've endowed
A rumble quakes
As lightning breaks
And fleets of flakes
Like banners unfurl
Where to go from here
Is all unclear
No one knows
What the future holds
The casts and molds have
Only some answers to offer
A snake made screamers of the scoffers
Grey billows
Start to flood my eyes
And without guise my
Soul's exposed
She opens up to fend
I give consent. Though
These pretty words may rhyme with fright
A rhythm is building in the night
It goes
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They can't see what we see now
And they cannot hear all these beautiful sounds
For in this world
Chaos makes pearls
And all big men come from
Little girls
Little girls
Born in white winter
Still remember that
Like scorched birds
They rose from the dust of stars
'Ts in who they are to
Fly high exploding through the storm cloud
The sun above can never be cowed
It knows
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They can't be what we'll be now
And they cannot hear all the souls in the ground
Within the land of contraband
The one eyed man conceives
New old worlds
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They might think it ludicrous
To find so pulchritudinous
The beasts that dance inside of us
And make rage look like art
They might think it calms the spell
To say this fire comes from Hell
But we know we don't need to quell
The laughter in our jaded hearts
They can't reap
What we'll reap now
And they can't upkeep all the weeds they've endowed
A rumble quakes
As lightning breaks
And fleets of flakes
Like banners unfurl
Writer: Case Watson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid