Ghost - Broken Ears + Poison Hearts lyrics

All comfort has it's consequence There is blood in our leisure Cold k**er is out playing the savior Ignorant victims are blind to the crime The slow ache in my chest is universal The soft tremor in your spine, it knows no boundaries The pied piper has an agenda Of crusades and material incentives Survival games for frozen souls March along to the chimes of failure Crowned butcher you're far from civilized Claiming progress in poisoned hearts Our security is stained with suffering This is the land of silent tragedy Pathetic surrenders cannot be denied Our love is drowned in milk and honey Patriots in the mortuary You find your pride in decline This culture, or lack thereof It is not mine