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The International Noise Conspiracy The Cross Of My Calling

Burn like the temperature of the sun. The fire could be felt by everyone. Born again rise up to become undone. This is everything that we've become.

make it just you wait and see. Right now ? It?s coming to a end. Right now ? We have no time to spend. But I need you to reach out and to take my hand

fall. No redemption will call. And my sins will carry me home. And our imperfections have gotten us this far. I can deal with my guilt and I?m proud of my

Burn like the temperature of the sun. The fire could be felt by everyone. Born again rise up to become undone. This is everything that we?ve become.

The avenue at the end of history. A surplus population. Turned into beggars and thieves. But the schemes are running dry. Petty crumbs don?t satisfy. But I turn my

me in your arms. And I can still taste the blood in my mouth. And feel the sweat as it comes dripping down. And I can still taste the blood in my mouth

Where do you wanna go? Into the city of Baghdad or just downtown LA. A lot of rubble to get buried under. Too many dead to know the names. What?s the