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Wasn't You
03:53
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Magnify the blame with over-exaggeration
You may not be sane, so I'll try my best to be patient
But you're making up stories inside of your head
An image of perfection you're so keen to protect
Standing on the kinder folks' weaker skulls
Till you break their spines for your pedestal
CHORUS:
It wasn't you, no, no, no
It couldn't have been you no, no
You want to be a perfect man
You want to lead the whole damn clan
So as far as you're concerned
It's somebody else's fault
Lock your mistakes in a vault
Attention-seeking, pretentious being
Just a bit of delusion
Can't point at you 'cause when the day is through
You'd rather blame the innocent
You can share the guilt or cause a tilt
In the equilibrium
Or you can duke it out for the louder shout
In your stone cold colleseum
CHORUS
There's a war if you persist
Did you think that these people wouldn't resist?
No more scapegoats, just your fist
Losing all your trust
Losing all your rights
There's a war if you persist
Did you think that these people wouldn't resist?
No more scapegoats, just your fist
Losing all your trust
Losing all your rights
Losing all your trust
It wasn't you, no, no, no
It couldn't have been you, no, no
It wasn't you, no, no, no
It couldn't have been you, no, no
CHORUS
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CHORUS:
I'm so in love with you
I'm so in love
I'm so in love with you
I'm so in love
But a simple trigger word and we begin to curse and shout
If love is such a simple thing, why do I want you out?
Hiding behind furniture
Throwing different light fixtures
Cut your feet on shattered glass that's covering the ground
The war has gotten physical, no sight of dying down
She hates me, I can't stand her
But we both have this thought lingering around
CHORUS
Twisted words and dynamite and the peace comes to an end
Empty bottles of Coors Light make the perfect ammunition
One projectile flew through the air, hit me in my face and broke
I fell on my back then and there and began to have a stroke
The ambulance is on its way
She's crying, tries her best to pray
I made it back into this world because I heard her say
CHORUS
I look up at her, red hand mark on my face
Can we really be surprised we are back in this dark place?
She's swinging a pan at deadly force
I threw a blender at her as my retort
Now she's got the kitchen knife and I've pulled out my gun
I can't remember which one of us caused this situation
She looked me in the eye
I thought she'd calm us down
Then lunged at me brandishing the knife
Screaming a curdling sound
I pointed and I aimed and I pulled the trigger
Yeah, I had my safety, but I'd lost something bigger
I took her body to my side
Held her in my arms and cried
CHORUS
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3. |
Poster Child
03:07
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Decent men leaving while they still have a chance
Empires falling for the good and the bad
Both the blue and the red will fight till they're dead
But not till long after the world's gone mad
The kings cannot stop all the spilling of blood
No leader comes out with hands clean of the mud
Desire for the house of white inspires all these mindless fights
Everyone can sense the impending flood
Who appointed deities
To decide what gets released
Who gets the bigger piece
And what nobody sees?
CHORUS:
Three giants with their armies behind them
Struggle to find a reasonable alliance
Everything's political
Everyone's so critical
Everyone's condemned for a different defiance
The greatest threat we are forced to face
Is not angry protesters with cans of mace
Should we continue this brawl
Divided we fall
And our home will become a desolate place
Using fear or oppression or the right to the throne
Skeletons in closets that may not be known
With the words that drive people out of their minds
Everyone speaking in a desperate tone
You can cater to visions of reality
To different ways of seeing what it means to be free
But if the actual change is within your range
Well, that's something everyone would like to see
CHORUS
Who's the poster child
For a life worthwhile?
CHORUS
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4. |
Before I Moved Away
04:11
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The walls are bending
And everything's ending
Left behind in the dust
This building's frame
Has a lot to its name
With memories written into the rust
It's best you just ignore all the red lights
Don't pay any mind to the zeitgeist
Leave this crippled home behind
O, ease your troubled mind
CHORUS:
I need this house removed
It puts me in a sour mood
I faced my darkest days
In this house before I moved away
The ghosts are resting
And manifesting
My vision with memories of
Angry words and fisticuffs
I can see you
I can see you
Always driving me to be on the move
It's best you just ignore all the red lights
Don't pay any mind to the zeitgeist
Leave this crippled home behind
O, ease your troubled mind
CHORUS:
I need this house removed
It puts me in a sour mood
I faced my darkest days
In this house before I moved away
In this house before I moved away
In this house before I moved away
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5. |
Global Grave
03:07
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Calling all you nations
We've lost all our patience
We're all on probation
A road to devastation
Time is flowing backwards
Progress seems to stagger
Pitchforks and the daggers
Change present into after
CHORUS:
Yes, we're fucked, so we'll just wait
Till it's time to bring the change
Hate will make it's last stand
Then die with all the rest and
We'll have the world in our hands
And start the reconstruction
CHORUS
The year is 2048
The millennial run the United States
The world has suffered a horrible fate
So it's time to bring us back from this global grave
Yeah, we're coming back from this global grave
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6. |
Everything Will Be Okay
04:20
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Everything will be okay.
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Sam Gleason Albany, New York
Involvements:
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The Weird Apples
DeadLight Poets
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