A Plateful of Our Dead Songtext
von Protest the Hero

Don′t ever ask us to define our morals
Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak
Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes
And hara-kiri heartbreak

There's almost nothing worse than never being real
Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear
If I had a gun I′d pump your ethics full of lead
If I believed in meat I'd eat a plateful of our dead


There's merit in construction when it′s done with your own hands
There′s beauty in destruction, resurrection, another chance
There's a you and I in union but just an I in my beliefs
There′s a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's naïve

The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse
Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse
When I′m In this state of reflection and you hand me whips
And two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before

I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around
Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found