Текст песни 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
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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?