Propagandhi

Guiding Lights
Sounds of laughter, joyous songs The guests are dancing, but something's off Distant pounding, cascades of light Cheers erupt into the night Killing, cathartic for the soul Euphoric are these nights of blood How can you say that you're appalled? Final cleansing, ecstatic purge Throw their children on the pyre Cafe's bustling, the streets alive Embracing terror, the spinning fire The choice of a lifetime We wait Our guiding lights are here, vile and miserable The time to draw the line Was long before our time Our guiding lights are here, vile and miserable Distant pounding, cascades of light Cheers erupt into the night Killing, cathartic for the soul Euphoric are these nights of blood How can you say that you're appalled? From Letras Mania