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11.05.2009 |
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3. | Do What I Say |
4. | Align The Planets |
5. | Parallels |
6. | Plan A (features narration by Martin Luther King) |
7. | Enemies |
8. | Landslides |
9. | Violence and Pictures |
10. | And Sorrow |
11. | A Pale New Costume |
12. | Second Revelation |
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Pull the curtain, Dim the lights
And set the scene to kill tonight
Because we can't trust the men in blue
They swear to God they told the truth
I am making fires now for you
Holding up the light to see the truth
This time we will stand and make it through
The state was pulling strings today
Pressing flesh to make him pay
Dead man walking paralyzed
By greedy hearts and dirty eyes
I am making fires now for you
Holding up the light to see the truth
This time we will stand and make it through
Be terrified by all the things we know
Because if innocence is ordinary
There are places i don't want to go
The show is over, time to leave
A job well done, an hour to grieve
They're sorry if he's not the one
They had to kill somebodys son
I am making fires now for you
Holding up the light to see the truth
This time we will stand and make it through
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i can see it clearly now you have the boy
another one, a different toy
and if i could i'd wear you down, i'd whisper my command
the little one, the beating heart
the one you had right from the start
another little heartache for you
i wont let you whisper words of selfish doubt
im the the one that let you
so say something the little pill that makes you hold onto
what we have left
i question how you close your eyes and sleep at night
you hold him close, feel warm inside
you make me sick, dont speak to god, no one can help you now
you did endue (?) him didnt you
imagine what he suffered through
i wish that i could hold my temper
i wont let you whisper words of selfish doubt
im the one that let you
so say something
the little pill that makes you hold onto
what we have left
we pray to god
to bring him home
soft words and hope
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