Watchmen Songtext

Righteousness abide in me, to point us in the right direction.
Value comes from the painter, not the painting.
Hear my cry...

Brethren our defenses have been breached; Lend me your ears.
To build this up from the ground, lend me your ears.
Oh brotherhood, how dare we lay our heads to rest,
sleeping with a guilty conscience? Offer it up as a sacrifice,
and let it be known. The lamp begin to flicker,
and woe is me.
I'm running on fumes.
Vengeance is mine.
Persecution at its finest;
It's quite delightful as the skin drips off onto the soul.
Persecution at its finest;
It's quite delightful as the skin drips off onto the soul.

Beating my chest to life. Fueling the flames below.

Awake dry bones To consult the pure at heart,
The ones as white as snow.
Irreplaceable we are, One of a kind.
Your finger prints are found all over me
Awake dry bones
To consult the pure at heart,
The ones as white as snow

The fact of the matter is our lives are like a vapor;
Here one minute, then gone the next.
Beloved take me hand,
Shift your weight, and I won't let you take the plunge

The fact of the matter is our lives are like a vapor;
Here one minute, then gone the next.