Thrice - The Abolition Of Man - GTP табы

Wake up, 
Everyone,
It's not,
Too late,
To save the remnants of,
Our hearts,
So stop giving up,
Our,
Last shot at love;
Our only chance to find the meaning of,
The beat beneath the blood.

We laugh at honor and are shocked when,
We find knives,
In our backs;
We follow those who cheat and steal.
Look,
In,
My,
Eyes,
You won't find,
Your way back;
Our only compass smashed under,
Our own heels.

Reason,
Abandoned,
To appetites,
And addicts arms.
Shotguns,
And silence,
Have always been,
The best of charms.

Wake up, 
Everyone,
It's not,
Too late,
To save the remnants of,
Our hearts,
So stop giving up,
Our,
Last shot at love;
Our only chance to find the meaning of,
The beat beneath the blood.

We laugh at honor and are shocked when,
We find knives,
In our backs;
We follow those who cheat and steal.
Look,
In,
My,
Eyes,
You won't find,
Your way back;
Our only compass smashed under,
Our own heels.
Under our,
I-,
Ron,
Will.

The,
Abolition,
Of,
Man is within,
The,
Reach of science,
But,
Are we so far gone that we'll try it?....