Der Tag ist vergangen die Tage vergehn Du hast ihn getotet hast ihn nichtmal gesehn klopfendes Herz den Schwei? auf der Stirn voll todlicher Angst voll
Let our voices rise like incense Let them be as sweet perfume Let our praises fill the temple Hallelujah's ringing ever new Holy, Holy Is the Lord Almighty
Der Tag ist vergangen Wie Tage vergehenDu hast ihn getötetHast ihn nicht mal geseh'n Klopfendes Herz Den Schweiß auf der Stirn Voll tö
We all live inside of tents Inside of you, inside of you And just like silhouettes We're all black and white We're all blackened ash Tragedy makes law
Locust without the oxygen What our lungs breath Do our lungs need? Surely this could be our last breath There's no carbon for your dating Backwards breath
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I'll be completely honest These words sultry they slip (Incoherent) I'll be completely honest From loose lips upon ground There was a house on sand But
I think your forgot to stretch out that lie It broke right into place Take it to heart and carve it into Your skin, I make myself ill We know we don't
to my lips My sense dull so take them run But leave my eyes, I'll use them yet With 20/20 I'll strike you numb So partisans Can you hear me? I lost my voice
While lock and key give wind break I'll let the dead bury the dead Stand now proud as chlorophyll You've been running for so long (Sever your lie, sever
Pins and needles make poor blankets and sheets One second gave enough to respire Seven to repair and it sat At an equilibrium for a level on a pitch I
Excuses and another i suppose I'll wait until it shuts off How am i not myself? This would be much faster How and i not myself? This could spell disaster
Our lives are not our own!
It's been so long Since I've felt Inspiration running through Our blood and your veins, to be This is suffocating Me at the point of no return I'm the
the cloak of silver dreaming Drain the poison cup or race the sky Smile on the sun, you are the Savior Justice is not matricide The voice as weapon The voice
The animal, the animal has overtaken You deserve it Disaster, disaster sweeps over you Like a whirlwind, a whirlwind Wisdom calls out in the street A voice
Drain the Poison Cup or Race the Sky Smile on the Sun, you are the Savior Justice is not Matricide! [APOLLO & SLAVE WOMEN:] THE VOICE AS WEAPON, THE VOICE
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