Chasing the Rapture

Wounded words from sharpened tongues

Are spewing 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 than miracles

We need to answer

For the blood on our hands now

And save us from ourselves

Out of 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 [x7]

(Chasing the Rapture)

(Praying for a)

(Perfect Disaster)

(To save us from ourselves)

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 [x4]