Pale Green Eyes

Breathe,

Our dear children, they're turning blue

smoke in their lungs

Please, breathe. They're just children

Finding out that whores bring sores

Breathe

Our dear children, they're turning blue

smoke in their lungs

Please, breathe. They're just children

Finding out that we all die

Smile, pale green eyes. We're breeding suicide

Let me take what you despise and paint it grey

When we count the mistakes, all the moments awake...

When you count all these stars, when it's gone too far

I think it's time I burn this city

Washed clean and slain

We love our sheep, we love to look the other way

Washed clean and slain

We love our sheep, we love to eat what we can't maintain