Gone now. Thinking what's gone now. Like a part of me walked out. And I know I've been a stranger lately. I walk to the pawn shop. Now I'm at the pawn shop.
Can you spend your life, a man that no-one ever hates?. Can you just fit in with everything, another face?. Never challenging or disturbing the status quo.
Behold. The new hate with all the same lost values. Forsake. What lives deeper in death we're all believers. Raise up your sirens, break through the silence.
Scream. Shout. Scream. Shout. We are the Fallen Angels. . We are the in between. Cast down as sons of war. Struck to the earth like lightening. On this world we're torn.
We are not interested in the possibility of defeat.. Not within the silence of a deserted ally. Nor the clamor of a crowded street.. F.E.A.R. can not be Vanquished, we can not be destroyed..
This is to be our final transmission. The rebels have defeated our illustrious armies. They have damaged our intention of ugly and defiant malevolence.
The rebels claim their brave new world is upon us.. Do not be fooled by the chicanery in which they lay their claim.. It is false, and their uprising will not succeed.
We expect the battle for humanity is about to begin. Within each uprising, a fake sense of safety will ignite in you,. and unseen shadow will slip from doubt.
Well, it seems to be some people think. I am just a dreamer. Well, listen close and you will find. I am a believer. The stubborn word is thick as mud.
We can't pretend there was no intent. To do just what we did. You can't deny. We damn sure tried. To smoke the evidence. . I think I'm going to need a wake up call.
Took a trip and might've slipped and fell into a hole. Might be magic, might be tragic the way this all unfolds. . I'm feelin' fuzzy, spinning around.
I feel clean again. I don't waste my sin. I can't spare a grin. Because it's bad blood time again. . My morning full on speed. No it's not so rare to me.
The wine may have gone sour. But you can't blame the band. Like you can't blame the locusts. For drought on the land. . You can't blame the sea. 'Cause it's full of your tears.
Tie my two hands behind me. Close my ears and my eyes. I just might need some shelter. From these things I desire. . Right in front of me. All that I wanna see.
Show me something real. Let me hold it in the palm of my hand. What I wanna hear. Tell me that's your best laid plans. . You cross your fingers when you.
Throwed out of the bar, can't find your car. Swear somebody stole your keys. Drunk and alone, tryna get home. You need a friend like me. . Nothing sticks if you give up too quick.
Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit. Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit. Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit. Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit. Don't start no shit, there won't be no shit. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
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If you spend all your life. Comparing yourself to her. Eventually you will find there's no one like you in this world. I know it's hard. I know it's hard.