Chasing The Rapture

Putrid words from sharpened tongues

Are spewing them from our mouths

Without a translation

We’re just making sounds



The pride of a lion is your disguise

But the fear of a coward’s in your eyes



You’re chasing the rapture

Praying for a

Perfect disaster

To save us from ourselves



We need more then miracles

We need to answer

For the blood on our hands now

And save us from ourselves



Out sight and out of mind

Make everything alright

So let the sky and sea collide

Just not in our lifetime



The end is running late tonight



The kingdom comes crashing down into ashes

Careful what you’re asking for



You’re chasing the rapture

Praying for a

Perfect disaster

To save us from ourselves



We need more than miracles

We need to answer

For the blood on our hands now

And save us from ourselves



We’re comfortable killers

We’re comfortable killers

We’re comfortable killers



We’re comfortable killers

We’re comfortable killers

We’re comfortable killers

We’re comfortable killers



Chasing the rapture

Praying for a

Perfect disaster

To save us from ourselves



You’re chasing the rapture

Praying for a

Perfect disaster

To save us from ourselves



We need more than miracles

We need to answer

For the blood on our hands now

And save us from ourselves



We’re comfortable killers

We’re comfortable killers

We’re comfortable killers

We’re comfortable killers