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We Can Rest In Peace
02:31
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A fist in the air is never a waste.
It's more respected, more effective than in your face.
Unnecessary, arbitrary, we like it that way.
Instead of ideas, we'll throw our grenades.
Creation now
Creation now
The nation bound, and that's all we can achieve.
Innocent and helpless means guilty and a waste.
Blow nazi-scum to kingdom come with smiles on our face.
Recall the war, sell what it's worth.
So this is a toast to the end of the earth.
Creation now
Creation now
The nation found, and that's all we can achieve.
And when time comes, I can tell you we can rest in peace.
And when you're gone, I can tell you we can rest in peace.
Wait for the sun, I can tell you we can rest in peace.
These lungs have sung, and they are crying we can rest in peace.
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Bomb The Bridge
02:47
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Way down in the center of the earth,
We ponder who we are and what it's worth.
How long did it take for your whole head to fall right out of place?
This is what we do and how it moves us!
We've been through hell and back, though just getting started;
Five hundred ways to end up dead.
I know sincerity is not a cure.
A silhouette became regrets you once fought for,
And I came home with my throat so soar.
It's a constant process that we just cannot ignore.
You'll sit locked up in your cage again,
Singing songs about the old days.
And if you sink on by, it's a battle cry.
Make magic, wreak havok!
Sing loud and make it a habit.
We are not going home 'til the last drink is drank tonight!
Our sights don't mean a thing.
When we come aboard ears will ring.
You'll sit locked up in your cage again,
Singing songs about the old days.
And if you sink on by, it's a battle cry.
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3. |
Living On Locus
03:03
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Subtlety is the only answer while hoping for a handle to hold.
My pockets jingle just prove I have nothing to show.
And I see you.
And I wonder where the time went, and why I'm walking home.
Somewhere in time, you will crack.
You will leave home and never look back.
And every nerve will shake and shiver.
Find a way to wake up.
Fine a way to stay up.
Nothing's going good right now.
If a wasted day is the biggest crime, then I should be in jail for life.
If there's a will, then there's a way.
I'll build skyscrapers and I'll tear them down the next day.
And if I sing one more song,
My mouth will start bleeding blood.
My heart starts bleeding blood.
Sit still my dear, old, fragile child.
I'm living on locus again.
You can indulge in what's worth while.
I'm living on locus again.
Sit still my dear, old, fragile child.
I'm living on locus again.
Please stay for a while.
Subtlety is the only answer while waiting on a handle to hold.
But this bed is so damn comfy, so I'll just stay home.
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4. |
Miles Behind
03:29
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I haven't had a good dream since reality kicked in.
This home is where the heart is, though it's just a roof.
The shelter's useless.
So I'll sing my songs, and I'll finally find
Clarity has always been blind.
Perception is a luxury when you are miles behind.
Write this on your walls, make sure the world can see it
'Cause these are the days I hate the taste of everything.
I'm on my own again, hoping for my own relevance.
And the tides will flow regardless.
I'll sing these songs; you can finally find
Clarity has always been blind.
Perception is a luxury and curse all at the same time.
It's hard enough to speak with a shark stuck in your throat.
These are my own reasons for the seasons now.
This headache takes the form of voices in the wind
Crying out for reason, hanging relevance.
We can sing our songs 'til our intentions become our lives.
And though I know we are miles behind.
And if you find me black and blue, I can pride myself on truth,
And give an old cynic's salute.
What you've got on me, boy, is not so hard to cope with now.
So let your conscience out!
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5. |
Cartology
03:58
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Pride and pain, in time and tension;
The meaning in the songs we scream.
We fall flat on our faces searching for some quality.
And now it all makes sense to me.
And I think I owe myself an apology.
I'm not singing for tomorrow.
I'm soothing the sores of a mind that's bright and bored.
But I'm not wrong; this is our conscience, this is defiance.
The simplest equation is what we're a part of.
We break our necks for nothing, just to believe in something
And now it all makes sense to me.
David and Goliath ain't got shit on me.
And now it all makes sense to me.
And now it all makes sense to me!
And I think I owe myself an apology.
I know you can hear me, but are you listening?
Now look in the mirror and say you're sorry.
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High Titles Cleveland, Ohio
Melodic Hardcore and Ska/Punk band from Cleveland, Ohio.
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