American hearts are so quick to fire
So bring out the drums and the gospel choir
Spaces to fill on the funeral pyre
We got hooked on this bloodlust desire
Rich man keeps faith for the salvation
Poor man believes out of desperation
Both got hooked on the sweet sensation
Of some mythical final destination
Running bright-eyed into the slaughter
With anthems and hearts to the sky
We move toward the light to sleep through the night
Come running back for more
And I woke up on the road less traveled
Stumbled headfirst into battle
Shaking and broken, anxiety addled
Shattered nerves from a life so fragile
Running bright-eyed into the slaughter
With anthems and hearts to the sky
We move toward the light to sleep through the night
Come running back for more
To remember what dying was for
So maybe these prayers on your lips are empty
No bright white light coming for me
I found my peace in this story
My death will hold no need for mourning
Running bright-eyed into the slaughter
With anthems and hearts to the sky
We move towards the light to sleep through the night
Never asking why
Running bright-eyed into the slaughter
With anthems and hearts to the sky
We move towards the light to sleep through the night
Come running back for more
To remember what dying was for