Thrice

[Vinyl Only]
call everyone to arms
we'll fill the heavens
with the poisoned dreams of man
call everyone to arms
we forged these weapons
with the strength of our own hands
we shot the sun from the sky
apollo dead at our feet
we wander lost in the rye
we gather round in the street
for centuries we watched the sky
and burned to bridge the great divide
call everyone to arms
we'll fill the heavens
with the poisoned dreams of man
call everyone to arms