Course Of Empire Breed Lyrics

The things I need are love and greed
Tonight I want somewhere to be
All I am can only be if I cede
To the first man born to breed
My faces argue here with me, the people sleep
I enter, intervene between
It serves a higher will than me
The will to kill, the need to breed
This is the voice that lives in your head
These are the years that you've taken to bed Open your arms and I'll give them to you
We're all in the chopping grounds
Breed
Some days I crawl down in between
Some days I'm living in a dream
Over the counter and under the pew
I've got the colors of everything new
Hold out your arms and I'll give it to you
And it's blue