Brutiful

What is it they want After years of worshiping flaws? Romanticized scumbags Now they expect them to be demigods

Heroes are human And humans can be trash That includes you listening You're not immune You're not immune

Held my wife's hand in a graveyard in Salem Counting skulls carved into headstones Unaware that a love that seemed so unbreakable then Would just become some scar from a time last year And I'm sorry that I pushed you away I'm sorry that I could never change

Never seen a picture of my dad Until I met him in a Texas cancer ward laying there scared and alone With my new older brother and some sympathy that I mustered Wheeled him out the front door to Die with his new family at home, well

Heroes are human And humans can be trash That includes us singing We're not immune (Oh) We're not immune (Oh) We're not immune (Oh) We're not amused (Oh)

Our hearts are such dicks That have fucked so much in their path There is no way to erase it We can't expect people to forgive our past

It's brutal and beautiful To some it's art, to some it's shit It's brutal and beautiful We're not immune (We're not immune) We're not immune (We're not immune) We're not immune (We're not immune) We're not amused (We're not amused)