Thrice

They preach to the choir,
always in the permanent daylight.
They toss paper tigers from their
perfect porcelain skylines.
Listen for the sound (for the sound, for the sound)
as it all comes crashing down. (crashing down, comes crashing down)
Listen for the sound (for the sound, for the sound)
as it all comes crashing down. (crashing down, comes crashing)
They preach to the choir,
always in the permanent daylight.
They toss paper tigers from their
shatterproof spires.
Light the world on fire
just to watch it burn.
It'll be their funeral pyre,
but they never seem to learn.
Light the world on fire
Just to watch it burn.
It'll be their funeral pyre,
but they never seem to learn.