Charmer - This Or The Apocalypse

End me like a sick dog.

Lose my body in vain

Break my horse’s legs.

Store me in a vase

I’ll fight my way out by teeth

Wave the stampede on with a flag

While you’ve convinced yourself of your existence

As the only form of life

Bestowed beneath the gift of grace

If I fire it straight through you

My only hope is that it finds its way back to him

If I said you were the source

I only lied to displace myself from the blame

You have nothing to be proud of

If I fire it straight through you

My only hope is that it finds its way back to him

I didn’t feel the hate like this

I can’t find the words, I can’t let it go

Oh God, I didn’t feel the hate like this

We walk in amazement to the kill

Caught in it’s glory

We walk in amazement to the kill

As we are inert in our exalting awe

I’m not the jury or the judge

I am the gallows and the noose

I’ll fight my way out by teeth

Wave the stampede on with a flag

While you’ve convinced yourself of your existence

As the only form of life