Paper Tigers - Thrice

They preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight

They toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines

Listen for the sound (for the sound, for the sound),

as it all comes crashing down (as it all comes crashing down)

They preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight

They toss paper tigers from their perfect, shatterproof spires

They light the world on fire, just to watch it burn

it’ll be their funeral pyre, but they never seem to learn

Listen for the sound (for the sound, for the sound),

as it all comes crashing down (as it all comes crashing down)

And we paid the price, we paid for their crimes with our blood,

with our blood, with our blood, with our blood

Paid with our blood and our lives,

with our blood and our lives,

with our blood and our lives

with our blood and our lives,

with our blood and our lives