Prepare the Masses

It's a war in your bedroom baby I'd cut off my tongue for just a taste of a piece of your flesh my darling We've got no time to hesitate The bathroom's fogging up with our heartbeats, sweat from me I watch your nails scraping down the back of my neck

I found out what I've been missin' You are enough to keep me Wonderin' through the nights That I've spent alone, alone In hotels we are only voices Kept safe and sound in phone lines The distance makes the stronger weaken So many days we'll never kno

Prepare the masses, cause this means war And if it's a fight they want, we'll bring the hell they're looking for With bullets blazing, the cowards hit the floor Stand up and fight like men, let God decide who's coming Now sit back and watch the story