T.O.S Lyrics

The anaesthetic's wearing off

There's an atheist that's missing God

There are days we live like death was nowhere

Sandcastles in the sea

The ancient tides are rushing in

To reach the seat of God

Fractured whispers in the wind

Unravelling his chest

Pulling hard at the strings

Some say a prayer, some a wish

Another forgets that he's made of this

War is a bank and flesh is gold

The capitalist who sold the world

Forest fires drift into my eyes

Like grenades with missing pins

Catch the heart off guard and blow it open

God will pardon me, it's in his profession

Absolution seems to be

On a point-based system

The cigarette is done

But there's a tiredness in his breath

Antagonist within

What makes you think you're different?

War is a bank and flesh is gold

A capitalist who sold the world

No glory in a masochist

Hung out to dry at no expense

The optimist who sheds a tear

Another failed imagineer

With power comes belief

The ancient tides are rushing in

To reach the seat of God

A fractured whisper in the wind

Unravelling his chest

Pulling hard at the strings

Some say a prayer, some make a wish

Another forgets that he's built like this

War is a bank and flesh is gold

The capitalist who sold the world