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comes a flooding of this stage
we'll be wading in its wake
sifting through old men in their place
leads us to greater thoughts to crave
tell me glacier where you've been
and why is your posture is so poor
i hear the heats been coming in
i see the sun is at your door
small deaths come too late
Oh my brother went to make
his day amongst the sharks and whales
he had a heart of gold I think
but when he left it wasn't there
(now he wants to on _____ make)
yeah he'd been saving, he'd be saving
so much to have, but nothing gave
all put it up, now in his grave
small deaths come too late
do you intend to pour your affection til you
die I don't want you wait
not until your try
do you intend to (fake) your affection
cause the tides telling you to wait
not until the tide
no more time to carry with you (x4)
tend to the sound of what you believe and
we can't, we can't all
we can't, we can't all be that way
when you were young
and there was fascination
we can't, we can't all
we can't, we can't all
(x2)
we can't, we can't all (x10)
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ba ba ba ba
we never know what's coming next
i have no clue, i just continue
and gather scenes for my next guess
in from the rues, an artifice
to place an installation now
for all to come, and bring what they think about
you define then torn apart
the recognizable shapes froms its space when it
starts!
we waited for this day to come
and now it's here so we can leave when we cannot
you know it just because
that speech you wrote, you won't give up
so stand beside insidious ones
with conquered eyes, the things that they're living on
suicide, your repertoire
they criticize us, to create this relation to
us!
go!
you're a fiend!
go!
you old fiend!
move on
move on
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We spoke today to a jury
You could see the doubt in their eyes
Our words are trained to delivery
There was nothing left to change their minds
Remember when you were my accomplice
Now we forget why we started this
I don't want to go in the fire, I just want to stay in my home
I don't want to hear all the liars, I just want to be with my own
I don't want to go in the fire, I just want to stay in my home
We took today what we buried
You just hope to pass, that's why you hide it
I held your weight, now it holds me
A coward's way to be inviolate
You will protest once ask your blessing
'til you accept them into your nest
I don't want to go in the fire, I just want to stay in my home
I don't want to hear all the liars, I just want to be with my own
I don't want to go in the fire, I just want to stay in my home
We call them in, we call them out
We call them in, we call them out
We're coming, we're coming home
We're coming, we're coming home
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The image on the board
Selling things we can't afford
But we're still buying up in a frenzy
Cause our hearts just yearn for more
Is this sin, all he want?
Is offerings we got?
But soon you'll be overrating eyes
Oh people they can't be good
When what comes next on the market should
But we go on because its understood
But you can only hope, when they say that they want you
Yeah, they'll say that they want you, when they don't
It's like a chandelier
It's like a fountain head
The strings are all there
A chain link fence to convince you
That you're never aware
For things that which you spare
Are at cause they don't care about you
Don't care of what you've done
You're fooled by everyone
But soon you'll go get your daddy's gun
And go out to recollect
From all the guards that you put in debt
It's time you learn that you cannot change (can't hide shame/change)
But you forget
But you will always think when they say that they want you,
When they say that they want you, that they don't
You wait but somedays never come
Your prophesying here is done
You're only left with what you beg
In toward you can, begone your way
The others wait till they're okay
They're only left with what they beg, beg, beg
So children kill your teachers
Kill your parents, then kill your preachers
Because you know, that they'll only will doubt you
When they start to lose their features
Its okay that there gone
Torturing you is all they want
And lesson learned, now lesson taught
You just know what they forgot
Cause they didn't get to find out what you sought
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who on earth?
common dust,
winds and calms,
can't you hear that they came to us?
oh my god,
given up,
washed out and folded
and goal is to know where we are
when the season ends
and the wedding comes
break elastic bands
all really long
to the common truth
or the common use
when the pitch comes in
then the warning comes
this is a business
come on make a difference
show us your instinct
money making engine
we have the money
and the people's trust
we don't really need you
but you need us
this is a business
this is the only way of life
this is a business
this is the only way of life
who on earth?
Scared to trust?
Throwing bones
at the stones, what you're mad about?
no idea,
in dubious
going in for the kill
when you do think of us
when the season ends
and the wedding comes
break elastic bands
all really long
to the common truth
or the common use
when the pitch comes in
then the warning comes
this is a business
come on make a difference
show us your instinct
body making engine
get up and believe
you got to perceive you
takes someone to lead
you got to agree too
this is a business
this is the only way of life
this is a business
this is the only way of life
this is a business
come on make a difference
show us your instinct
money making engine
we have the money
and the people's trust
we don't really need you
but you need us
this is a business
this is the only way of life
this is a business
this is the only way of life
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two, two; medicines, medicines.
you have a heart ache, but it never really hurts.
(discovered in pain), but you never can discern.
what happen to your conscious?, what happen to your worth?
you feel nothing...
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you build an army, but you're never going to fight.
because you leave them, when they have you in there sights.
you keep their letters, and you're never going to write.
you feel nothing...
you feel nothing..
you'll get your own, between two ways two visions.
even it all, and falter when there isn't.
more devices when we stripped it from your only
two, two; medicines, medicines.
it's like a small child, its never going to turn.
it's just a secret, that you hid inside an urn.
you try to light it, but its never going to burn.
you feel nothing...
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you have opinions, but you're never going to tell.
you gather millions, and you stick in a well.
it's like an opera, just singing about yourself.
you feel nothing...
you feel nothing..
you'll get your own, between two ways two visions.
even it all, and falter when there isn't.
more devices when we stripped it from your only
will we return then?
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It's been three days of drums and snares,
out on the streets and in my head,
the piccolos are in this band,
with you and me just lying and,
saying "I'll wait",
saying "always"
To have the chance to be so kind,
to someone else who doesn't mind,
is getting rare and often times,
it seems to scare the wandering eye,
looking always,
saying "I'll wait"
This convalesce it is broke,
comforts the test letting go,
you snare the game of our heart,
but you went nacht
So please stow this heart,
it's cold, it's hard,
I wandered off under the news,
the bezzle town on troll abuse,
just thinking of some name I knew,
without a sense of self to use,
saying "I'll wait"
saying "always"
And offer come, as soon as I,
knew who it was who wasn't mine,
you had convinced me of the white,
and so I left myself behind,
saying "I'll wait"
saying "always"
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I feed you, you feed me back
I made you, you made me back
So undo, It's time you should go
I knew, you're just another ghost
On your own...
Trust what you see, believe what you want
I thank you, for your help, but you kid I have nines
I give you up, 'cause I can't stand tall
When you turn on the one, you turn on to all
I write to, appease your act
It won't do, it has no tact
So I lose, and this I suppose
You knew, was just another toast
You want back...
Trust what you want, it's not what you have
From your hands, to your fist, you're always a tack
I fall, at least give me that
When you turn on the one, you can't turn it back
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It's time to die
all your pictures and all your pieces
two months to write
all your alibis to your pretense
i hear a voice
"am i following in your footsteps?"
i clear the noise
with the following of your footsteps
oh i recall
all the promises that you emptied
(4x)
clipped off, pull the branches in
consumed, with the overhead
more room for everyone
relief, for they came in
good news
good news for everyone
(2x)
we tuned, on the able heads
to the news, of the up ahead
no use for everyone
listen up for what the channel said
your pain
your pain is everyones
(2x)
your running off again
(8x)
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