The House Of Thieves - Ming's Dynasty Cpm lyrics

Dissection of bibles Cross-culture revival Spit venom through chest plates No hope to reconcile Shift weight for wounded rivals We wear our half-torn smiles I have rearranged my heart To better fit me lonely I'm glaring down windows Set back from awkward silence Heard below They're crying on limp shoulders Propped up by dreams of widows Temper soothed I have rearranged my heart To better fit me lonely We're not writing you off We're not writing you off Disaster has never been closer than now We're not writing you off We're not writing you off Limp wrist will you count it off for me? Limp wrist will you count it off for me?