It's cold outside of your hometown 
The crows [bad word] for us now 
We tried so hard in every way 
To settle down and fill our frames 

And I won't rest until I find, 
These thoughts in which we [bad word] 
Let's just go home 

In life and death we chose our side 
To bend our halos in these fights 
We are at war, we are at war 
This is the dawn of The White [bad word] 

And it feels like home is not what it used to be 
And it feels like home 

Lower your expectations 
I'm only here today 
I'm only here today 
Lover, my feet still hurt 
From treading on your chest 
From treading on your chest 

We bend and we break, bend and we break, 
Bend and we bend and we bend and we break 

Break!