The Flood

We're sinister and sacred
Oh, please whisper our names
No one's got nothing to lose
You're a torch to the moths who seek shelter in flames
But kindling makes for poor refuge

Oh, what's so funny?
Oh, did we miss the joke?
Please come here

We'll hold you tight
Tighter than the ropes you're under
Have faith, you'll reap all the hate you've mustered
Tonight, it's brighter in the storm that's brewing
Around a golden ruin
(I'll hold you tight)

The creaks and groans of mobile phones
And the madman upstairs
The highest office lying around
Crooked smile's a God machine
Deus ex amphetamines
Fury without sound

Oh, what's so funny?
Oh, did we miss the joke?
Please come here

We'll hold you tight
Tighter than the ropes you're under
Have faith, you'll reap all the hate you've mustered
Tonight, it's brighter in the storm that's brewing
Around a golden ruin
(I'll hold you tight)

We'll hold you tight
Tighter than the ropes you're under
Have faith, you'll reap all the hate you've mustered
Tonight, it's brighter in the storm that's brewing
Around a golden ruin