A Plateful Of Our Dead Lyrics - Kezia - 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 na?ve 

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