Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Thursday. War All the Time. Between Rupture And Rapture.

In the veins of the ultraviolet light
The phosphor is starting a fire
Shooting up in the iodine
It's turning on

Rupture, rapture, rapture the wall around my heart
I feel so lost, I've been shaking, you can't save me
Forget what the doctor said
Every bird in mid-flight is calling out your name
Before it hits the window and it sings the rapture

Without a second opinion
The chemicals saturate
To counteract the code
Through the double-helix we are twisting
Too scared to let this go

Someone call the head nurse
She's coming to the capitol
To wrap us up and throw us in the dirt
With a dream that's turning off

Rupture, rapture, rapture the wall around my heart
I feel so lost, I've been shaking, you can't save me
Forget what the doctor said
Every bird in mid-flight is calling out your name
Before it hits the window and it sings the rapture

We're coming to the capitol
We are coming to the capitol
The distance between us will rupture
Coming to the capitol
In our hearts the disease won't touch us
Coming to the capitol

Love, now it's too late
Love to turn this off
Alone is all we are
Even when we we feel this close
It's just a lie we believe

These are the words that escape from our lungs
Rupture the wall I've built around my heart
I've been shaking, you can't save me
I'm turning off

We can't find a way
Out of this moment
We're lost in a dark hallway