Pueblo Smash - Johnny Booth

This is the death of expectation

I’ll see the demise, of all your superstitions

They shall bind us not

I’ll plant the seeds of our secession

We will see this through.

And when the morphine kicks in, I’m staring back at

You

The deaf man hears the sound of his crater caving in

The voices of an era falling victim

We’re the victims

We’ll sound the trumpets calling

Kingdoms will crumble

Kingdoms will crumble in your hands

Fumbling right over my tongue, I’m red with envy

I’ll gut myself until you

Cannot look away

Can someone find the answers, to all impending questions?

We are the prisoners to all our own distractions

Jared in- head vessels- can’t handle- too much

My jarred in — head vessels — can’t handle — too much more

Rapid decay pulling flesh from bone, and dust storms you lonely cattle

And beneath the surface there is, prosthetic hearts

Every fragile voice can carry grand solutions

I’ve bid farewell to, these carbon copies

I’ve bid farewell to deceit

You will pay

Glass ships can sink nations

Glass ships can sink nations

Glass ships can sink

Glass ships can sink nations