Oh, Manhattan - Mercury In The Water lyrics

I can taste the mercury in the water A bitter blessing bestowed We have less hope than holding candles to the wind And more pride than common men With an arsenal of faith and theories never proven We'll be gone before morning comes But I'll take comfort that justice has been served We got exactly what we deserved The stakes are high When you say goodbye I'll say goodnight I'm not fond of common endings Reprieve, we'll be baptized in puddles of water and blood We'll betray our fathers for the way of the gun So let's start the countdown I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear) Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear Wide awake for the first time in days Transcending illusions of pa**ion and hate Lucid and beautifully staged Bow before the empty throne that's before you Protect those children and strive To be the leader of an un-armed militia That's blessed but mute, deaf, and blind Another year, we'll be immune to the poisons And we can proclaim our lives But falling short is inevitably written So sit back and die more inside Three can keep a secret if two are dead So let's start the countdown I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear) Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear Wide awake for the first time in days Transcending illusions of pa**ion and hate Lucid and beautifully staged I've lost so many battles inside my head I'm afraid I'm gonna lose the war And I'm starting to take comfort hanging a white flag Than trying to endure anymore I haven't slept in so many days, that my body, my body aches I'm thinking about joining the rest of my friends Because eternal sleep seems to be the latest trend We're playing life like a sport These battles are trying, and our time in life is short No signs of vitals, and I can't take anymore I'm standing my ground, and I will still speak of love Even when I know, it has lost its meaning So let's start the countdown I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear) Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear Wide awake for the first time in days Transcending illusions of pa**ion and hate Lucid and beautifully staged