Art of War

Find me blown apart
Pick up the pieces, stitch yourself a monster, baby
You know I love it when you rearrange me

Gone with no warning, there are rivers in my lungs
You can break the chain and run, O Dalai Lama's only son
You were gone like a bird stuck it's eye down my gun
Feathers turn into love lookin on for the one

Waiting I'm a fool
I'm in love with your frozen heart

Inside, honey we are lonely men
Do as Kissinger did, you gotta pick up the pieces
Baby I'm alive, when I'm under his bed,
When I'm dreaming of the dead, you gotta meet up with Jesus

When I'm alone I can hear him breathing
He sang anything he wanted in the fold of the night
They say hard times baby, never come without reason
If I hear it too often I might go and prove em right

Lord, I ain't far
I am in love with your frozen heart
I'm in love, with your frozen heart
I'm in love, with your frozen heart
God is the devil, war is an art