Art of War

Find me blown apart Pick up the pieces, stitch yourself a monster, baby You know I love it when you rearrange me Gone before morning, there are rivers in my lungs Why don't you break the chain and run? Like Dalai Lama's only son You were gone before morning You were fed into the ocean I know grief, I know devotion I'm still looking for the one Oh, my achin' heart Pick up the pieces I'm in love with your frozen heart Well, inside, honey, we are lonely men Do as Kissinger did You gotta pick up the pieces Baby, I'm alive when I'm under his bed When I'm dreaming of the dead You gotta meet up with Jesus When I'm alone, I can hear him breathing He sang anything he wanted in the fold of the night They say hard times, baby, never come without reason If you say it too often, I might come and prove you right Oh, my achin' heart Pick up the pieces I'm in love with your frozen heart Oh, I'm in love with your frozen heart Oh, I'm in love with your frozen heart Oh, God is the devil and war is an art