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Is this the blessing or the curse?
Should I belong to the trend?
At least it's a tragedy that will only come once.
A choir of men sing sanctuary in faith.
Let's make them believe that they are going to live.
Madame, I don't know your name but I know your face.
Yeah, they sacrifice but its costs nothing madame.
I don't know your name but I know your face.

Maybe I should speak. We can count our blessings in the rain.
Talking is so cheap, save the parlor tricks, count your money alone.
Holding on to the free. I want to show you all what I mean. careful what you say And never underestimate the wait. I know you hear the songs that we could sing but do not stay. I hope you know the change. I love the change and now we got the change, we make the song sound like what we want. Who am I to tell you what is wrong? Talking is so cheap, so save the politics, you can never get rid of me. I tell you everything, I write it down. (Whats the destination?) Well, I sew my body to yours so that I can speak but my serpent-hands are holding me, but, my razor tongue will fix it all away. It might be two dimensional, but the story is great. I sew my body to yours so as I can see the lovers in the front row and all the ghosts in the back seat. I sew my body to yours, so as I am free. There's two versions of my fate... and so we shall see. Put me in the dirt.

Embrace Reaction. We ain't God, but here he comes.
Destiny is real and she comes with a smile, passing by your grave
Reach the plague. Black plague.
In this city that never speaks and wakes up swinging, We will paint the rivers red.
It's fate because they sing the same songs and they just keep singing.
But up above every storm is the day.
Shake hands with fate, and with fate shake hands.
How happy is every child of grace. Who feels his sins forgiven.

This is the last chance you got, open wide.
We both know we're both going to die, but there's a difference with you and I.
You want Peace but refuse the fight.
So shake hands with change tonight. Bathe in armor, for death feeds.
O' death, don't bother me tonight.
Be grace, my God, and stand still.
Be grace, my God, and send more minutes.
For churches have nuns, cowboys got guns and everyone's waiting to die

Make no mistakes, my voice is clear. And though it may be a subtle threat: Mayflower, swing low, because your love has such few regrets.
We cannot distinguish all of the world. So celebrate and sing along. It is a gift. It's where I belong.
Straight down and to the east, I place my hands out in front of me. We are ALL the crowd. To the sweet by and by I come.
To the crowd be blessed. I swear I won't let you choke. You give me nothing but rest and a loving hand. I belong to the war.
I belong to your side. I cant hold my breath but I swear I think this is the start. That's the nature of the beast.
If we have nothing left but death, it's a clear but subtle threat.
'The south is where I lay my sword and the stage is where my heart will rest'.
We are the crowd.

i found the answer... open your hands.
reach out, distance enough, and fair maiden in hand,
all in all, we ain't... but, we press on!

"i'm sorry but i don't want to be an emperor - that's not my business - i don't want to rule or conquer anyone. i should like to help everyone if possible, jew, gentile, black man, white. we all want to help one another, human beings are like that.

we want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. we don't want to hate and despise one another. in this world there is room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

i found the answer... open your hands.
reach out, distance enough, and fair maiden in hand,
all in all, we ain't... but, we press on!

"i'm sorry but i don't want to be an emperor - that's not my business - i don't want to rule or conquer anyone. i should like to help everyone if possible, jew, gentile, black man, white. we all want to help one another, human beings are like that.

we want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. we don't want to hate and despise one another. in this world there is room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

Take it all back.
Is this the fashion, "Medic" painted on a white dress or is this the formal crowd?
Where is the battle?
Absent from wealthy minds and far from all concerned.
Now take your places and may peace breed.
Fight you own war.
Old men, keep dreaming of battles for young men to fight.
War.

You bet we fight, until pressed against six feet of distance and earth.
Yeah, we make mistakes that our fathers have made and my troubles come up from the earth.
My teeth. grit, fierce, and I bed to you, understand. "Grace" is my name. Tongues run amok and fangs will breed on fangs.
So keep your secrets into the mattress and prey they don't escape.
Its the impossible act of building our bridges much faster then they burn.
Stay, Because I cant afford the distance shadowing my heart and what good is a sinner if we haven't got grace.
Save the son. My troubles boulevard across the land. They keep their secrets in the mattress.
Discard. Im trying to keep it in the right hands. Medic, I have given up all my weapons and i have headed home.

Barely only breathing. My differences, my fight, comes into the light.
And to shadows, that cannot exist without the light, please refer to the end of the page.
"Stay with us", standing alone,"Come with us". "Stayed" is a lonely ghost.
Or break into death, shake my heart in your hands.
This relationship burns.
Disappointed, I know you are! [X8]

Sing it.
Singing a different song.
Make it.
Guess who will play along.
I can't help looking at me.
C'est La Vie.
My hands are free as can be.
C'est La Vie.

Don't stick around and watch it.
We can't offer questions to the answers that your giving.
Understand it, we can't make it perfect.
We are the trees, we are the ghosts.
Let us be heard, now it's our turn.
Promises: We can't make it perfect.
I cannot fit into your skin.
You're perfect.

This horseless carriage leads me home. My hands remain folded. My life
reamins a sunday. Brick by brick i built this staircase. Brick by brick
i walk on. Situated just below the ground and just above your head. Throw
your roses, throw your tears down. If we don't meet (again) this side of
heaven, make sure you're right. Stutter.

We cant let this be us, "My heart is in the sand." Let love close your eyes.
Let love open your hands. You can't live on the streets and change not your desire. Let love take you under. I'm in love with a bottle of grace, who am I to think you ain't, I'd be lying to you if I said my heart was up for all to see. because, I'm not talking about making lovers out of golden picturesque sunsets. I want to be the one who can bring it to the streets and to the fixed and the victim-esque.
We are all capable of love. We are all capable of cancer.
Shake it off, work it out, and bury it. All you need is love. Love is all you need. (Let love take you under!) This is the only dance you'll ever regret, so keep the car running. Lets show them things they'll never forget.

Victim, my friend, get out! Dancing and shaking and most of all, electric.
Lights on: Lights off. Everyone hit the ground. she was beautiful like cancer.
She was beautiful, but she helped you into the ground. Mayday! Mayday!
A heart-shaped enemy, never underestimate. Samson was impressed as well. I helped you carry all the dead folks that we knew, but you fell in love. You fell asleep and strait into the ground she marches on, one by one.
I open up the earth and let myself in. I bleed into the dirt, all in all, my friend, I am giving in. Wake up! She marches on one by one. she is the wind, the setting sun. death in death, love lost. They lost their voice in the choir.

Buried because of progress and profit, face the facts, you can send the harlot for the job of a pilgrim.
When we cast the script, we found it hard to tell either apart, enter the modern world.
Take rest my love because the thief is blessed with sounding bells,
the body count is all we got and I know that is hollow still.
Midnight is growing deer.
To sing of love or to sing of life is a lonely road but I walk in faith.
Shake up the press, raise the flag,
I have seen way too much to let my heart break.

Taking off her "face".
I don't think we have met.
Sounds different than the beat
Your heart used to make.

Let's recollect all our thoughts,
We've never been so apart.
Maybe I could change.

Well there is nothing else that we can lose. I put heart upon my sleeve tonight.
I know everything will change soon, I can see it in your eyes.
You won't be here for very long.
If no one hears you, will you still want to sing?
If the harmonies disappear?
They can't take our place.
I believe she is different that you and I.
She can see things that we can't see.

lovers, beg your forgiveness right now
fathers... speak right now
to the prince, to the king, to the fathers of the free
beg for your workers, beg for me
bleeding hearts - bleeding crowns
hope is only around right now
prisoners of love forgive them all right now
prisoners of love forgive them

Don't let them sell you a cage, don't bleed for blood that I have bled.
I have thrown no kid kid to the wolves, so make your peace
The actor is not who he claimed, so carry on, they have painted gold,
This cage and the actor has betrayed and yet I repeat,
"Please, Step away from the ocean, you'll never understand."

White Flag.

She raises up her voice.
To the public she will speak.
She makes her way to stardom.
May the warning on your head be a chain unto your neck.
Don't give in, don't give in.
“Come along with us” they say.
“Let's like in wait for someone.”
“Let's waylay on their soul.”

This is only the start
You're only opening the book
You're only on the first line of what's going to take a little while
I hope you don't hold your breath because they revolt like a choir
They say the language is dead, well, then why do we speak
I hope you understand that my brain is fixed

Into the next town

Walk backwards and say goodbye to what is right.
Understanding what makes this, what makes it,
What makes us right.
God save this gunslinging generation.
"Tell God I will return in the morning."
This Christ you preach I know, but who are you?
Your hands are tied to blind men, whose hands are tied to blind men.
Figure Eights.

Place: this is where the giants roam and their horses stand so tall.
And their fists engaged, and fingers bent back to the palm, except one.
And you ain't seen nothing yet.
All my judges burn, from their gunshot eyes.
A direct line that travels at the speed of light into my heart, into my mind.
I read between the lions. the forest grows from their eyes.
I was not placed upon the grass of this ever-fading earth for a standing ovation and its romance.
I was placed for the warning, so heed the warning.

Wretched faces. This is nothing new to me, but still, enraptured. Don't keep grabbing the wind.
This is a loaded gun, this is a loaded question. When can you stop? When is perfection? Maybe I'm already the one out.
Consolidate all your fears. I can't take this, nothing sacred. This is of course as told from the knife.
You painted your eyes to make them wide again. I tip my hat to the great, to the classics. This is not my face, this is this weeks fear.
This is not my voice. They tell you to speak: the hesitation. This is not my fate. They can't take it away.
This is not mine anymore. Take hold, bring it all back down to the first love. This is not my fate. All in vain.

Well, if this is a revolution, grab the kids, grab the neighbors alike.
If I had a gun for every time we spoke, I could arm the whole world and take it for ransom.
Dear Lord would you rescue me.
We cannot delete it just because of the trend tossed about by the waves of the sea.
We cannot delete it just because of the fight that is here. When we say it, we mean it.
Cannot delete it, we are not here because coat tails rain before the love.
Cannot delete it just because of the truth that rains and shakes inside.

Fight priest, Fight.Take pictures and make alright what you have lost,
Give pride back to the ground.
You got all you want, but all you have got is a wreck
Everyone in this whole wide world wake up and Panic.
Fortune wears a red dress, but her bones smell of death.
They all stare, but no one seeks.
They all claim, but no one speaks.
They all hear what they want.

Well she is waking up and she is finding out she has no pulse.
Just like her God that she is trying to sell, but she ain't bought.
Her lion is scared because he is finding out she's waking up and he can't stop breaking down and fading out as she gets up.
Well. She looks around, Ariel you have no pulse. Much like your religion, but it is fine. Just fake it.
The wrath of God's grace is but an ocean to a child

You can't stop the race.
People moving in place.
Running a crooked path from place to place to place.
Paved in gold.
The chords from which we hang, weaken everyday.
They beg for strength, but they are blessed by our blade.
Questions on our minds.
Buildings on the rise

Maybe everythings alright. Maybe all the chairs are always spoken for. We got workers in back and the light is on their eyes but the sadness in your face is beside you with a grin. You've mistaken all the homes and inspirations for the cage. How was I supposed to know that we were never meant for this? You're the reason we already know and I believe you can call this weekend-mission: success, but there's a scratch across the lens.

We cataloged all our fears that you treasured and you hoped was here to stay. This is the cut of the director and we got scenes out of our way. When there's a scratch across the lens, all is lost. Hey, wait... we hold our breath as we pass everyone sleeping.

Maybe everythings alright. Maybe all the chairs are always spoken for. We got workers in back and the light is on their eyes but the sadness in your face is beside you with a grin. You've mistaken all the homes and inspirations for the cage. How was I supposed to know that we were never meant for this? You're the reason we already know and I believe you can call this weekend-mission: success, but there's a scratch across the lens.

We cataloged all our fears that you treasured and you hoped was here to stay. This is the cut of the director and we got scenes out of our way. When there's a scratch across the lens, all is lost. Hey, wait... we hold our breath as we pass everyone sleeping.

Blank stare.
Smile, With teeth exposed.
Novocain.
All we are, are crocodiles.
Black out.
Blessed we come and blessed we go.
But this world is full of white teeth and black lungs.
The skin bares no scars, but it is gray.

Victim, my friend, get out! Dancing and shaking and most of all, electric.
Lights on: Lights off. Everyone hit the ground. she was beautiful like cancer.
She was beautiful, but she helped you into the ground. Mayday! Mayday!
A heart-shaped enemy, never underestimate. Samson was impressed as well. I helped you carry all the dead folks that we knew, but you fell in love. You fell asleep and strait into the ground she marches on, one by one.
I open up the earth and let myself in. I bleed into the dirt, all in all, my friend, I am giving in. Wake up! She marches on one by one. she is the wind, the setting sun. death in death, love lost. They lost their voice in the choir.