Iamthemorning - Salute Lyrics

Your house
Is built on misery and pain
And though you try to drag us all in
I'm not following you in

I salute
Your will to shoot
Me down in flames
Oh what a funny game we play

Your world
Expands till it's inconvenient
But life lies outside of your shell
Your personal cosy hell

I salute
Your skill
To fill
Your head with garbage
Oh what a funny match we make

Hope is lost
The world is burning
We might have lived
But missed the warning

Hope is lost
The tables turning
Who was alive is
Condemned to burning

I salute
Your will to shoot
Me down in flames
Oh what a funny game
I salute
Your skill
To fill
Your head with garbage
Oh what a funny match

Hope is lost
The world is burning
We might have lived
But missed the warning

Hope is lost
The tables turning
Who was alive is
Condemned to burning