1. |
Eyes On My Throat
02:58
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Sun Shines
when you say so
why try
you hear what you want
I've got blood that isn't mine
in my veins you've got eyes
on my throat you love to watch what I say
but you hear what you want
I fly into your arms
and I fall out of your grace
the wax on my wings is melting
how far will you watch me drop
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2. |
Will to Love
03:20
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There has to be a way,
I've seen it in my dreams
A silver path that leads
me into the stream
of consciousness that abounds the glory
of a creation beyond what we've seen
all I believe in, all I hold onto
is the power that's left in the want for love
so if you're giving up, then just give it up
but I won't give up my will to live.
I'm tired of the rage and hate that plagues us
as if we've nothing more to gain than to dig each other's graves
whatever happened to the glory of love, to that fiction of our faith?
If you're giving up just give it up, but still I won't give up
my will to love
Because there has to be a way
I've seen it in my dreams
A silver path that bleeds
together you and me
too much rubble amounting to dust
when they rebuild it won't be with us
look around you, it's all you have
and the power that's left in the want for love
so if you're giving up just give it up
but I won't give up my will to live
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3. |
Nothing More
01:45
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There is no fixing what was never right
I pray each day for a nuclear night
that we might end it 'fore beginning again
and we be freed from the lies they spin
No more destruction
no more murder
no more deconstruction of our human nature
no more perversion of our beautiful minds
I await the day when we finally die
cuz
there is no fixing what was never right
too many years under a rule all white
and us all blind by what they advertise
to sell our souls and to buy buy buy!
They tell us
Save for a condo
shop at whole foods
buy an iphone
go to our broke schools
get a dog,
a credit card,
pull our a mortgage,
have your stupid kids
there's nothing more
there's nothing more!
what else could you ask for?
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4. |
Pilfer
01:40
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Pilfer
take it all from us
suffer
your serfs none
waste is all we are
just pawns for making more
cut the cords between us
empty hands hold larger tithes
return to us nothing
turn your head and close your eyes
but we cannot offer
that which we don't have
you get what you give
what will you give?
empty housing,
hungry mouths
sick and dying
the common crowd
how fast can you run from us
when your pockets way you down
desperation, deeper cuts
hang the head that wears the crown
Pilfer
now there's nothing left
suffer
at your empty hands
waste is all you thought
now waste is all you've got.
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