I've Been Degauseed

Goodbye to war
I think a cease fire is exactly what we need
Well take apart religions,
Take apart the armies, and the blood they have bled

Goodbye to fear
Well it's a ride that will push you down
Right against the wall
Take apart your head
Down, and down you fall
Chew it up and swallow it

(Does anybody really actually know anyone?
Do you really think you're really not a part of it?
And is your army really one of some thousands?
And will you declare war on the everyone?)

You've brought guns but you'll run out
You fall into sleep and to decline
I can't shake this little feeling
You'll never do anything right

Goodbye you liars
Well you served us a cup; you're surprised we're drunk
And you ask us if we're tired?
Take apart your head
(And I wish I could inspire)
Take apart the demons, up in the attic to the left

(When I arrive will God be waiting and pacing around his throne?
Will he feel a little Old Testament?
And will he celebrate with fire and brimstone
Yeah, I admit, I am afraid of the reckoning)

(Goodbye my home)
You've brought guns but they'll run out
(We'll wait right here, and they will come and pick us off)
We'll fall steep into decline
(We've been on pause, but we're shaking off the rust)
I can't shake this tiny feeling
(I've lost my charge, I've been degaussed)
You'll never do anything right

(We're on our own, they've been degaussed)
We'll never say anything right
(I'm on my own, you've been degaussed)
You'll never say anything right
(They're on their own, we've been degaussed)
I'll never say anything right
I'm on my own

Send me, send me out to their land
I'll fight to erase the pain I can't stand
Said "The pretense is wearing real thin
just commit the sin, yeah commit the sin"
Well when we were made we were set apart
But diplomacy's just a game of cruel remarks
Now some saint got the job of writing down our sins
The storm is coming
The storm is coming in

You've brought guns but you'll run out
You fall into sleep and to decline
I can't shake this little feeling
You'll never do anything right

I'm on my own
You'll never get anything right
I'm on my own

Take me, take me back to your land
I'll fight to erase this pain I can't stand
The pretense is wearing real thin
just commit the sin, yeah commit the sin
Well they're my favorite birds and when they sing
I really do wish that we'd fight again
No matter what we do, they are still the kings
And now the storm is coming
The storm has come again

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Not sure what I'm doing here. Apologies to Brand New.