Guilty Blessings, Pt. 2 - OH, MANHATTAN

Establish the traps and place the bait

With the fire comes the enticement of your game to the fields

With the candles lit in a cabaret

Come close to me, we’ll make history

Ensure us the false fates of righteousness and glory

Harvest the children, the feast is ready

Our mothers and fathers have seen the killing fields

So now we bare witness

In heaven, everything is fine

In black and white we’ll see his flaw in design

In heaven, everything is fine

We’ll brand ourselves with pride at stake

As one of the herd has gone astray

Keep your pity and your malice to yourself

I’ve been cast out by better friends than you

Pull these teeth, we’ll see who bites first

You may be leaving in traction and heartache

There are no vacancy for new fears

They’ve filled our heads like hotels for years

With the candles lit in a cabaret

Come close to me, we’ll make history

Without wrap and bow this gift is free

And without warning they’ve alerted the arsenal for me

Our mothers and fathers have seen the killing fields

So now we bare witness

The sunlight brings warmth across my face again

It’s like the warmth that is possessed by the souls of southern women

It’s the subtle smile I get knowing that tragedy is among us

And that every first time ends with emotions in comas

It punctuates the guilty blessings in our lives

Destroys the beauty in our minds

We’ll you want blood, I’ll fucking give you blood

We tread the grounds our forefathers claimed

The earth bleeds crimson, the sky is filled with flames

Disaster has given new fear not only of ourselves

But of the wretched souls lost in the fields of death