Comfortable Creatures Letra

Give me the quiet wilderness
and my family to associate with
surrounded by the saints
adieu, to the gentile world
till god says return and avenge you of you enemies


Yo,
I'm still wasting away while elephants trample on your better days
i got tones of ammunition and a park pistons in a broken phrase
lets amaze ourselves with numbers till we have nothing but wealth and heaven
dream of a plush paradise; wake up on the bathroom floor of a 7-11
we got here with no lemon hands
I've been lurking in shadows for five years
blindly sculpting songs from fears
crack you knuckles and sharpen spears
time line wont go on forever
pick up your heart and stitch it back together
and press on like there's nothing wrong
and hopes its the only thing that makes you feel better
These memories are like old notebooks that are soaked in gasoline
and I've watched my hands in foreign land but i can never seem to get them clean
every town is full of assholes; even god is stepping on broken beer bottles
dodging depression like potholes cause things will get better I'm told


I've got drained batteries and i got crooked teeth
and i try hard but i always forget the people i meet
a mushroom cloud filled with innocent angels
with blood on their hands and rust on their halo

heaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kids
loosing reception with all this static in my head
oh all your change is born with chemicals and danger
glances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creatures
heaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kids
loosing reception with all this static in my head
oh all your change is born with chemicals and danger
glances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creatures


surrounded by the saints
adieu to the gentile world
till god says return and avenge you of you enemies


we stay stuck to structure's
gods plan has no middle man
keep it to those idle hands
pay your bills and conquer moral land
this maze full of mystery, the ebon flow of your personal history
you wont be missed when after you're gone
while your personal struggles in song
its windy outside and the cradle of humanity rests on balance
soaked in a pale of vanity run with disease and the meager talents
you got nothing left you love
the hand of god is wrapped in surgical gloves
your palms push problems like religion takes mass bodies to coffins,


And the end of the world gets closer than you ever hoped


heaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kids
loosing reception with all this static in my head
oh all your change is born with chemicals and danger
glances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creatures
heaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kids
loosing reception with all this static in my head
oh all your change is born with chemicals and danger
glances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creatures


The song, the whisper
Echos loud
And reverberates back in tones of stern determination
Give me the quiet wilderness
and my family to associate with
surrounded by the saints
adieu, to the gentile world
till god says return and avenge you of you enemies