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Putrid words from sharpened tongues Are spewing them from our mouths Without a translation We're just making sounds The pride of a lion is your disguise But the fear of a coward's in your eyes You're chasing the rapture Praying for a Perfect disaster To save us from ourselves We need more then miracles We need to answer For the blood on our hands now And save us from ourselves Out sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime The end is running late tonight The kingdom comes crashing down into ashes Letras de cancionesCareful what you're asking for You're chasing the rapture Praying for a Perfect disaster To save us from ourselves We need more than miracles We need to answer For the blood on our hands now And save us from ourselves We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers Chasing the rapture Praying for a Perfect disaster To save us from ourselves You're chasing the rapture Praying for a Perfect disaster To save us from ourselves We need more than miracles We need to answer For the blood on our hands now And save us from ourselves We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers We're comfortable killers From Letras Mania