Call Broken Arrow

Racing toward the fever, salted stains in the shape of continents
Sitting shotgun in his walk, the wish is father to the thought
He says tonight will be the very last time
To get the hell out of here, he's the prince of far-gone

Pacing every seizure, digging spurs into his chest
He whips himself into the keys, "I am the new-born philistine!"
Because the choice of his disease is your demise
To get the hell out of here, he's the prince of far-gone

And he's always stealing flowers
From my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
And he's always stealing flowers
From my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
God help me

The zero hour delegates his suicide
The whitest flag he loves to wave, he loves to wave
And like a newborn finds a yawn to cash the treasure he has lost
He thinks tonight's going to be the very last time

To get the hell out of here, he's the prince of far-gone

And he's always stealing flowers
From my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
And he's always stealing flowers
From my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
God help me

Desecrate it, Desecrate it all
Call broken arrow and level this ground
Desecrate it, Desecrate it all
Call broken arrow this is all his fault

And he's always stealing flowers
From my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
And he's always stealing flowers
From my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
God help him