Cardboard Houses - HRVRD

I watched you chase long days

To spend nights with the one you crave

This moder nation that I feel is a craze

All the crazies do what you don’t wanna do

I walk through the fields of glass

Silent lips, silent lips won’t laugh

I talk to the walls of stone

And I’m in hell, I’m in hell, I’m in hell

Call for the blood of your leaders

Cardboard homes for your people

I watched you make dog days

As you hunt for the last cold case

In moderation we think and decay

And all the days you do, that you don’t wanna do

I walk through the fields unmasked

Silent lips, silent lips won’t last

I talk with a heart of stone

I’m in hell, I’m in hell, I’m in hell

Call for the blood of your leaders

Cardboard homes for your people

It’s getting easier as we go on

It’s getting easier as we go on

We go on

Call for the blood of your leaders

Cardboard homes for your people

For your people

Call for the blood of your leaders

Cardboard homes for your people