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Time and Tension
04:06
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The time and tension is everywhere.
Don't matter if you even care.
This silent feeling is in your brain.
Could make you die or go insane.
I'll make you scream, I'll make you shout.
I'll make your dream works come right out.
it doesn't matter either way.
Don't throw a fit, won't hurt a bit.
You'll be thanking us by the end.
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2. |
A Life Misled
05:05
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Listen young man, let me tell you why
Sex, drugs and money won't get you high.
Can't make sense of what you've got in mind
because there ain't no sense in a life of crime.
Cause man your life is free
it's a guarantee.
forget that money there's no fee.
Cause when you bow down on your knees
there's no such thing as free.
And that ain't the way it has to be.
Tell me where your life is at
when you step on toes, yeah you step on cracks.
When you take your last steps are you gonna look back
to a life misled, to a life held back?
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Closer
03:13
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I never quite got it right
just what you said that night.
The kind of thing that really narrows your vision
from making the proper decision.
Time will heal my crooked back,
but these burning bridges don't turn back.
The fire burns bright to the beat of the scrapped
and it's about time you felt your back to crack the wrong way.
When it's late at night and the sky turns black
(stand to me closer, stand to me closer, closer)
Past the final call and there's no turning back.
(are we any closer? are we any closer, closer?)
When your legs go numb and your hands go cold.
(stand to me closer, stand to me closer, closer)
Your left with no one to blame, your left with no one to scold.
(are we any closer? are we any closer, closer?)
You never quite got it right, I want you out of my sight.
Find someone else to lay on your inhibitions.
Is that what you call "righteous religion"?
Well, goodness me, oh my! would you look at this mess?
Truth be told, I always hated chess but,
My boy, you're just a pawn and I can't help but tell you that you've got it all wrong.
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40 Days
05:44
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I feel like running so far from here.
This hate keeps coming in full gear.
I'm feeling bad and I can't steer.
Oh God, my minds in pieces.
Help me now, help me Jesus.
"The truly righteous man attains life, but he who pursues evil goes to his death." Proverbs 11:19
I go down to the desert, I go and leave my home.
I go, I go forty days and forty nights.
I can't believe my eyes, I can't believe my soul.
I go, I go forty days and forty nights.
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Liar
04:20
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Well I'm a transcendental fire-storm with nothing to lose but my inhaler.
And I won't be a part of no economic failure.
What you say ain't what you're gonna do.
Well I'm looking for answers- praying at the end of the petition.
Sticking to the gut-feel, choking on the smog of your emissions.
You ain't the only one entitled to a coffin when they wind up dead.
Put down your trigger finger and buy back your soul
so you can try to put some heart into your head.
You're a liar and you're out of control.
You've got a red-hot tongue and a devil's walking stick that's even slicker.
But I won't be fooled by a patriotic trickster.
So, whatcha gonna do when the kids are looking for answers
praying for the end of the petition?
Sticking to the gut-feel, choking on the smog of your emissions.
You ain't the only one entitled to a coffin when they wind up dead.
Put down your trigger finger and buy back your soul.
So you can try to put some heart into your head.
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6. |
Zombies
05:54
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Instrumental
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