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Thrice The Alchemy Index Vols Iii Iv

: Well you know I hardly speak When I do, it's just for you I haven't said a word in weeks Cause they've been keepin' me from you There's a way where

: It's not what you think Just one more little bet Just another cigarette Just one more drink So lend me just a little more You know cancer can't catch

: The lion's outside of your door The wolf's in your bed The lion's claws are sharpened for war The wolf's teeth are red And what a monstrous sight

: Dear prodigal you are my son and I Supplied you not your spirit, but your shape. All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes; I fathomed not you wanted

: From tender years you took me for granted, But still I deigned to wander through your lungs. While you were sleeping soundly in your bed, (Your drapes

: Mother crow Feels no pain Speaks no word Speckled egg Hatching slow Bible black Baby bird One day Fly over me Placed you in Flannel coat Months fly

Woke up to a brand new skyline We licked our wounds and mourn the dead Swallow the story hook and sinker Is that what we meant when we said That we never

I stand on the cliffs with my son next to me This island our prison, our home And everyday we look out at the sea This place is all he's ever known "

[Originally By Frodus] I hear these times are the end. And another one must fall down. I don't think I believe it. When another one must fall down.