Keep your lips sealed,. Hold your tounge,. Hymns of hatred,. Eclipse the sun.. . Untrue words escape blackened lungs, It's time to cut out lying tongues, Crawl, under your skin,.
It's not who you are. It's not what you ask for. You're better than this. It'll be different. . [prechorus]. Fire burns inside. Fire and tears collide.
Written by Marty Stuart and Tom Douglas. . Yes she broke my heart again (fool for love). That's the way it's always been (fool for love). It's a cryin' game, if you play long enough.
Who'll buy my wheat, who'll buy my corn,. To feed my babies when their born?. The seeds and dirt, a prayer for rain, that I can use.. . I work the land, I watched the sky,.
"Far Away". Written by Marty Stuart. . Fields are deathly quiet. Where the cotton used to grow. I'm a stranger in a land. That I used to know. In a land.
I feel it comin' down. I see it all around me. Must break the cycle down. Will we ever see the truth. . It's an apocalyptic time. An apocalyptic era. Days of autmn near.
Fuck y'all who thought we were taking a fall you made the call, but we didn't drop the ball.. Took drastic measures time to get the look of the trade, sick of the cry baby serenade..
From the breaking of the dawn. To the setting of the sun. I will stand on every promise of Your word. Words of power strong to save. That will never pass away.
Langsam find't der Tog sei End, und die Nocht beginnt.. In der Krntnerstroen, do singt ana Blowing in the wind.. Hot a grianes Reckerl an, steht do ganz verlur'n,.
Langsam find't der Tog sei End, und die Nocht beginnt.. In der Krntnerstroen, do singt ana Blowing in the wind.. Hot a grianes Reckerl an, steht do ganz verlur'n,.
Langsam find't der Tog sei End, und die Nocht beginnt.. In der K?rntnerstro?en, do singt ana Blowing in the wind.. Hot a grianes Reckerl an, steht do ganz verlur'n,.
Langsam find't der Tog sei End, und die Nocht beginnt.. In der K?rntnerstro?en, do singt ana Blowing in the wind.. Hot a grianes Reckerl an, steht do ganz verlur'n,.
Langsam find't der Tag sei End und die Nacht beginnt. In der Kärtnerstrass'n do singt aner "Blowing in the wind". Hat a greanes Röckerl an, steht da ganz verlorn.
Now I'm looking for somewhere to go. Where I can settle in and act like I'm home. Where all the women are not all vampires. Where all the truths are not told by the liars.
How did anybody find out where I was?. How did anybody find that out?. I was hiding from the world, I was a squirrel. But you chopped down my tree to get my fur.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. . Yeah, you don't have to be so loud. Everyone can hear you in this whole damn crowd. Don't have to try so hard. I think they got the message, you were out of your mind.
How long can this go on. The tragic loss of life by the hands of our own questions. Keep coming. The answers seem so far. and now I'm loosing my faith.
Broken dreams broken home nowhere to go. Shattered life left without a reason why. Void inside no one there to hear your cries. Alone and cold no one there for you to hold... for you to hold.
Resistance in a time of mass self-destruction. Makes the few who walk the straight edge. A growing force of change. Committed through gripped by the plague of a nation.
Imperfection seems to have gotten the best of me.. I beat myself down in this frustration.. In unreal aspiration- never allowing progression to begin- sights set so far ahead..