The Flood کے بول

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