Sångtext The Contingency Plan: We Don't Write The Headlines, We Just Make Them

We Don't Write The Headlines, We Just Make Them


Brothers and Sisters,
Welcome to our lovely congregation
A protest of oppressed
And you are now my choir
All of these beautiful people
Are offering the world to me
An enchantress advances
Any wish that I desire

You are a part of this
It's time I brake you down
"Since we're being honest,"
She said, "My life has gone to hell"
These street lights
Remind me of the night
She blessed me twice
In the backseat of her car
This is who we are

So we dance the rituals around
Their broken, lonely cities
Their romances with ashes
Are just what they deserve
I just can't wrap my head around
This thing they call eternity
If reason's a demon
Then I guess we'll all be burned

Hallelujah

Before you fall asleep at night,
Do you pray for me?







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