There's merit in destruction when it's done with your own hands
Until a garden with our bullet laden morals will be found
The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse
And a bleeding heart
Bring them down, as before
If I believed in meat, l'd eat a plateful of our dead
I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds
The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse
There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's native
There's a you and I in union but just an I in our beliefs
There's almost nothing worse than never being real
And two by fours, I could never bring them down, bring them down
There's beauty in construction, resurrection, another chance
Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse
Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear
And hara-kiri heartbreak
I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds
Bring them down and beat the same horse as before
When l'm in this state of reflection and you hand me whips
Some of us are all of us half-selves that love whole hopes
If I had a gun, l'd pump your ethics full of lead
