Cardboard Houses

I watched you chase long days
To spend nights with the one you crave
This moder nation that I feel is a craze
All the crazies do what you don’t wanna do
I walk through the fields of glass
Silent lips, silent lips won’t laugh
I talk to the walls of stone
And I’m in hell, I’m in hell, I’m in hell
Call for the blood of your leaders
Cardboard homes for your people
I watched you make dog days
As you hunt for the last cold case
In moderation we think and decay
And all the days you do, that you don’t wanna do
I walk through the fields unmasked
Silent lips, silent lips won’t last
I talk with a heart of stone
I’m in hell, I’m in hell, I’m in hell
Call for the blood of your leaders
Cardboard homes for your people
It’s getting easier as we go on
It’s getting easier as we go on
We go on
Call for the blood of your leaders
Cardboard homes for your people
For your people
Call for the blood of your leaders
Cardboard homes for your people