Iamthemorning
Salute
[Verse 1]
Your house
Is built on misery and pain
And though you try to drag us all in
I’m not following you in

[Chorus]
I salute
Your will to shoot
Me down in flames
Oh what a funny game we play

[Verse 2]
Your world
Expands till it’s inconvenient
But life lies outside of your shell
Your personal cosy hell

[Chorus]
I salute
Your skill
To fill
Your head with garbage
Oh what a funny match we make

[Verse 3]
Hope is lost
The world is burning
We might have lived
But missed the warning
Hope is lost
The tables turning
Who was alive is
Condemned to burning

[Chorus]
I salute
Your will to shoot
Me down in flames
Oh what a funny game
I salute
Your skill
To fill
Your head with garbage
Oh what a funny match

[Verse 4]
Hope is lost
The world is burning
We might have lived
But missed the warning

Hope is lost
The tables turning
Who was alive is
Condemned to burning
[Instrumental Outro]