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)