Hero Worship Songtext

Elizabeth, the diamond
Scars like tattoos on her arms
At night, she would wake up screaming
We thought it was all in vain
Who knew four years later we'd all be the same

Here in this town, all the sad songs are played with minor chords
Scriptures engraved in plastic, kept in boxes on the floor
Our saviors spin right round while we're lying on our backs
We sing the psalms and gospel with the headphones on

We sing songs with the headphones on
We sing the psalms and gospel from an old testament written strong
We lay down our scriptures on the floor
Sing it loud and proud, my friends, and hope that what we've written is pure