Seventh Heaven
Recovery division — Leaked transcript
War Machines
Broadcast intercepted on pirate relay — Sector VII
They take your money, ain't that funny
They play the heroes, we shoot the zeroes
You built a vision on cheap ambition
Another slaughter for the division
We are the children they forged in steel
We have forgotten how to feel
We live on static and cheaper thrills
So, swallow down your happy pills
This city feeds on broken dreams
And pain is sold like property
We're tangled up in war machines
No heaven waits for you or me
They paint the state in black and crimson
And sell your face for television
They crowned a king with plastic glory
A paper crown, a hollow story
We trade our youth for guns and sirens
And choke on truth like poison diamonds
The stage is set with borrowed sorrow
The curtain falls, and I feel hollow
This city feeds on broken dreams
And pain is sold like property
We're tangled up in war machines
No heaven waits for you or me
I wish I could save you
They broke you up into two
I can't them break you
I won't let you break
Let me fall apart
Bullet in my heart
Ending in the street
To a disco beat
Kill the radio
Nothing left to show
Reaching for the sky
Where the angels lie