Thrice Lyrics
"Promises"

O, we promise pretty things
And we pledge with diamond rings
We profess undying love

But does that word hold any weight
When we reserve the right to break
Any vow that draws our blood

Our word is so faint and feeble
Broken by the slightest breeze or breath
Our hearts are so deceitful
Sick and filled with lies that lead to death

We are cowards and thieves
Will we never turn to grieve the damage done
Never see, never quake with rage at what we have become
What we have become

Yeah we get down on one knee
O, we play at chivalry
But we do not count the cost

We say, "On me you can depend,
I will be there 'till the end"
Though we will not bear the cross

Our word is so faint and feeble
Broken by the slightest breeze or breath
Our hearts are so deceitful
Sick and filled with lies that lead to death

We are cowards and thieves
Will we never turn to grieve the damage done
Never see, never quake with rage at what we have become
What we have become

We are cowards and thieves
Will we never turn to grieve the damage done
Never see, never quake with rage at what we have become
What we have become

We are cowards and thieves
Will we never turn to grieve the damage done
Never see, never quake with rage at what we have become
What we have become