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Mushroomhead Beautiful Stories For Ugly Children

It's a far flung dream to die in, we can't wake up and the scars we leave behind us aren't enough to somehow free us And the tragedy between us is a mountain

There is doom in the words of the fallen Blinding the minds of the young There are truths in the lies of forgiveness Fall down and worship the sun Fall

It's time we Harvest The Garden It's time we feed these pyres their meat It's time we rise with new vengeance It's time we end this hypocracy Sooner or

strife, I want the kill I want to feel you on the back of my knife for the rest of my life I want to, feel I want to feel for the shame when I don't

're breaking us, taking us for a ride again, that was way back when we used to give the love, but now we're out for blood Kill for any reason, left

let your promise deflate, As your children grow irate With life, here inside, say goodbye In time, you'll have to face up to this Dying human race

I can kill forever in a day Disecting every second I can be perpetually devoid You'll never sense upheaval in my voice Come on [X3] Do you really want

you're breaking us, taking us for a ride again, that was way back when we used to give the love, but now we're out for blood Kill for any reason, left

It's time we Harvest The Garden It's time we feed these pyres their meat It's time we rise with new vengeance It's time we end this hypocracy Sooner