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 O 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