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The Academy (23.03.2004)
23.03.2004
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The Proverbial Unrest
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The Proverbial Unrest

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The search has begun. This is page one. Met meet your maker, I give you The
Author. He may seem familiar because he looks like your mirror. You've lied like
a lawyer, but don't deny it when you're face to face with demons dancing off of
mirror images reflecting all that you wanted. So far from perfect. Onward we
will strive. Take it for what it's worth, this truth that you've realized.
You're not who you thought you were, it's time to see the other side of what you
have become. Nothing but Single serving, selfish chapters of sacrificial moral
standards. You're no stranger to apathy in bold situations. Take your time to
make it happen. Bring your mirror, and spare your excuse as a self-serving actor
who's so close to perfect. It's all the same, no face or complexion. You're not
worth what you're spending. When you're screaming "Danger, Danger!", don't stop,
go on alone. Desperate endeavor, you've got to take it or leave it, if you will.
It's not so convincing that you're the only one here who can be like me.

The search has begun. Leave your letters, but it won't matter. Take back what is
left before your death, but is it really you that they suspect? You take shots,
who's the figure before the flame? It's not hard to spark, but it's hard to
master. So look for the answer. Single serving selfish chapters on your
condition. Lust and Liars. So get out, stop dreaming, if you're one for
breathing. Sacrificial moral standards of two reflections. Truth and Fire.
Something you'll live for. So close to perfect. It's all you've got, one chance
for conviction. Lies fuel Fires and your suspect wont walk. When you're
screaming "Danger, danger!" don't stop, go on alone. Desperate endeavor, take it
or leave it if you will. It's not so convincing that you're the only one here
who could be like me. From this point on. The way you thought it would all work
out... But we've hit Autumn. Follow the story. The fall of The Author. Just one
more year and you'll choose to regret.


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Take these words in. Take them like you did that foreign excitement. You bleed
lust. Choke. So was it worth it? Did you get what you wanted, the silent type.
Did you even come close, did they make you taste it? I can see how the rush, and
the heat, and the touch of a stranger gets you going. You're feeling selfish,
you've got the urge. Don't bother keeping your heavy breathing down for the one
who can't hear you scream.

Never pass of your guilt lines, just wear them like a noose on your neck, I'll
help you keep it tied tight. When you feel your close to coming, just think
about that perfect subtle demon that you've been dreaming into the light, keep
it tied tight.

Unlike the way you've become "city feature", you'd love to let them rip you
apart until you feel clean, but when it's over he won't take back what is left.
I can see how the sting, and the speed, and the wings of the plane home make you
nervous. Oh, Mr. Shoddy Content, swept all your dignity under the covers, she'll
be lying, keeping secrets, keeping quiet. Now you understand what it's like to
dive. Take it back, taken back, she forgets you. Now she pleads "Forgive me
again, it's the last time I will..."

Never pass of your guilt lines, just wear them like a noose on your neck, I'll
help you keep it tied tight. You're the worst actor that I've ever seen but if
this script called for liars, you'd play the lead. "When you've changed, I'll
change" what it's like again. What you don't see while you sleep...3 year
deceiver, you're not fooling.

Never pass of your guilt lines, just wear them like a noose on your neck, I'll
help you keep it tied tight. You're the worst actor that I've ever seen but if

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Forced to the wall,
the crosshairs shift from this tied down burden: Courage.
What did you expect?
A nightmare of reason and faith alike.
Because you take shots, my back's turned, you're gutless.
You think you're saving face
But I'll tell you what (I'll tell you what)

As far as you're concerned the next breath that you take should be underwater.
You're worthless. You've been told once before.
This time you're gonna get back a little more than you paid for.

Forced to the wall the record skips and this satellite sense is detecting.
You run for cover. A nightmare, a vision, a quota, a reason.
You take shots, my back's turned, you're gutless.
You think you're saving face but first things first,
this is a matter of egos and how every single shot you take
Is taken in weakness and vain.
Place your bets, it's a matter of context.

You said it, you mean it, you want it, you've got it.
I've been waiting far too long for this.
You take shots, my back's turned, you're gutless, and you've got no spine at
all.
I've been waiting. Take your shot and be on your way.

Spill fiction while my back is turned, when you've got an easy target.
Build strength, and your heart is gone.
You tell my back that you're more courageous.
We've got our souls held in this dark hotel room.
You're taking chances for the worst and the worst is yet to come.

Place your bets, it's a matter of…
You said it, you mean it, you want it, you've got it.
I've been waiting far too long for…

Show a little backbone.
In this hole we've dug, you're never crawling out alive.
You won't make it too far, you won't get too far.
In this home we've made, you're never welcome again.
You wont make it too far.
Place your bets son, pay your ransom.

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Get out of the city if it hurts. You're too blind, move it over, try to get
closer to the lifestyles of gluttons; seem so seamless and perfect. I've been
the secret that you've been keeping.

Ears to the wall, eyes on the prize. See that you've made a mistake, all we all
know what you've done here. Dear Interceptor, I've been waiting... Show me
something. Hold the phone, we've found an answer. Full moons and minot keys to
get there faster. Mirror, mirror, see this as clear as crystaline. Second-hand
interpreter. The spoken word for change.

Wait for ne, I wanted to feel this safe. I can't hear you scream. Hold the phone
to make it better, I can't hear you.

Blood to the beat. This thirst of the Lion can't be quenched by cigarette strewn
cubicle air. Dear diluted, while you're dreaming... Hold the phone, we've found
an answer. Full moons and minot keys to get there faster. Mirror, mirror, see
this as clear as crystaline. Second-hand interpreter, deep into the Red we need
a change.

Just look at this cardboard cut-out, this puppet that you've become. Let me be
the first to acknowledge you've no pride, you've no purpose. It's so typical to
think less is more when you're out of the lead. Don't hurt yourself. Settle for
less. It's so typical to think less is more when you're out of the lead.
Second-hand interpreter, the spoken word for change.


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Case is closed, you're back into focus. The jury's out, you're closing in. This
battle of mind over matter's spent. This scar. This scar is not permanent.
Choices of chances, or what sinks in water. Your secret's out, what you held
within. You've found your plague, your cancer, stop. I bet you've got something
clever.

This house is caving in. Your last words, caught trembilng. Decisions, make
decisions for your fate. Your choice is the chance that you have to take. Burn,
stop. Your time is up. You've found all of the answers so take a breath and end
this chapter, I'll bring the fire if you bring the water.

Face to the grave, will the hero be saved? Saved by the same hands, the same
hands that frame life. Hero be safe from the killer you made. Saved by the same
hands, the same hands that frame life.

Case is closed, you're back into focus. The jury's out, you're closing in. This
battle of mind over matter's spent. This scar. This scar... Rising the Judge
screams "The courtroom is in order! You bring the victim and we choose the
martyr!" Taking the time to make it happen, I can't hear you scream.

Burn quick, sink slow. Your heart grows colder than regret. Your burden stone.
Your heart grows colder, stillbeat, weak and frozen. Face to the grave, will the
hero be saved? Saved by the same hands, the same hands that frame life. Hero be
safe from the killer you made. Saved by the same hands, the same hands that

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