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Project America
01:52
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So was it freedom preached on the podium or a well orchestrated
outline? Problem, promises you keep aren't implemented, but the people
enlist. So was it freedom that called you to arms or the bonus in what
you had signed?
Ordered, evaluate, medicated, liberated. Welcome to Project America.
Congested drivel prompt by the media. Eat up the mire so we can
prescribe. Minted currency stains institutions that filled up their
banks. So where's your freedom? So have they pulled the plug because
your pocketbook could not cover the fright? Progress has ceased.
Incarcerated in defeat. Welcome to Project America. So was it freedom
that called you to arms or the bonus in what you had signed? Again,
ordered, evaluate, medicated, but the freedom still leaks. It's
anxious season, driven by demon seeds in it's various forms for our
lives. Terror has increased on a mission to the kill the beast.
Welcome to
Project America.
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Die Awake
02:42
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As the preachers daughter drowned in the waters, another person dies.
And the mayors wife sharpened a dull knife
just to take another life. And before he knew it, he took a bullet,
thought it answered all his cries. How the story goes
we'll never know, but this thing I'm trying to say......Is you're not
alone. Desperate, there are open arms of a thousand others seeking
peace on their own. Reaching, always failing further, the weak heart
murmurs, but wait there is something beyond.......
Contend for something and finding nothing. Demolished is the pride of
infestation, a life once hated, awake! It's time to die from a
weighted label. Malnourished cradle, never pleasant always scared. The
glory bought, prevention taught and the battle starts tonight. And
you're not alone. Desperate, there are open arms of a thousand others
seeking peace on their own. Reaching, always failing further, the weak
heart murmurs, but wait there is something beyond..........
Long ago there was a baby, born to redeem the world.
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3. |
Back in Line
03:09
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So fueled by what we read and see. Our own hate keeps the coals
burning bright, showered rich with intimate rage and misery. The
vision we sought was the fruit of prosperity, has now withered and
rotted from the dying tree. Now the mist rolls away, feel reluctant to
change. A new horizons in the view. Saddle up this estate. Wipe clean
the slate, this town has nothing to offer you. Hey daydreamer, you
can't hang on to the episodes that cling tight to your soul. They've
parted you. Hey daydreamer, you must let go. Down the only road that
you have ever known in solitude. So whatcha gonna do. The rules
invoked, provoked the charge and the motivation deteriorated sent you
back in line. Back in line. And never mistake the whispered psalm of
an everyday occurrence to immunity. Now the towel's been thrown.
There's no direction or control and the fire's growing now. Celibacy.
Passivity. The house is burning down and the water has run out. Hey
daydreamer, you can't hang on to the episodes that cling tight to your
soul. They've parted you. And hey daydreamer, you must let go. Down
the only road that you have ever known in solitude. And so the winds
will blow to let us finally know. So right now, whatcha doin? Nothing?
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4. |
Shade of Grey
02:43
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So get back, get away. Did you suffer for your madness? Did you suffer
for your own delight? What's one more night to frame a picture for
you. Do you really think that they were scanning me to qualify? What's
one more day? A shade of gray. And everything will be alright, but you
don't know where I will be. Today's yesterdays funeral arrangements.
Broken up engagements. What's one more night? A fairy tale that binds
you. Do you really believe all their psychological alibis. What's one
more day? A shade of gray. And everything will be alright, but you
don't know where I will be. And you're searching for that note, but
the writing's on the wall. And you're searching for that place. The
place where I would fall. And while you're searching baby, well I
don't want the world to let you down......Cuz it always lets me down.
So get back, get away. Did you suffer for your madness just to see if
I was okay?
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Equip the Saint
01:51
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Pain is a kiss to inform of a loss or is it really losing. Needless to
say, the injury still hurts from the fall. Say what you want and be
convinced that what you say, is what you're thinking. Fashion
displayed. An enigma is like a disease. Do we stand among the living
or do you fall with the dead. Questions searched, the answers hide.
You're hanging by a thread. Hated by critics. Eternal debates with
their nowhere issues. I can't allow this confusion to enter me. Pray
for forgiveness. Decisions are just a religious excuse. Equip the
saint for an honest recovery. Do we stand among the living or do you
fall with the dead. Questions searched the answers hide. You're
hanging by a thread. ........Saint
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The Dawning
03:20
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Finally retribution, consume the germs, extradited, perilous and
cynical. Contain me, breathe me, am I in you? Release the fools that
hunger for fruit. Well they're disguised by the blankets of wool.
Embrace the fool. You wouldn't want it any other way. Don't look back
at the life that you had left behind. So release the fools that hunger
for fruit and finally my tears have darken the dirt. There's a dark
and murky storm that lurks inside of all of you. And then you have
that feeling that no one wants you around. The reason is a picture
that you can't see at all. Dream on a picture that you can't see at
all. There is beauty overhead. A gracious smile and it has shined.
Invitation to heaven, is glory not far? Problems are ill, but not
fatal. They're disguised by the blankets of wool. Embrace the fool.
You wouldn't want it any other way. Don't look back at the life that
you had left behind. So release the fools that hunger for fruit.
Finally my tears have darken the dirt. There's a dark and murky storm
that lurks inside of all of you. And then you have that feeling that
no one wants you around. The reason is a picture that you can't see at
all. Dream on a picture that you can't see at all. Turn another page.
I couldn't live a lonely day. But if you were loved, an honest state,
would you speak to me with no restrain? Now I'm falling to the floor.
Crawling slowly to the door. Burden by the weights that hold my
chains. Miracles reluctantly. How long?
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Bedroom Eyes
04:02
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I don't want to believe that I'm all alone, well I feel alone now. Is
there any reason someone's there? Candy coated on the outside. There's
a whole other world thats designed. Catastrophic voices will prepare
unaware. Bedroom eyes are looking faintly through those blinds. Look
insanely through those eyes. Bedroom eyes. Sanctuary in this room,
permanently in my tomb. Whitened walls scream in vain. Troubled by a
polluted brain. Old perception retreats to the deep. Lost between
space and time. Dying to die cuz nothing really seems right. Lamenting
softly under dark skies. So divine. Bedroom eyes are looking faintly
through those blinds. Look insanely through my eyes. Bedroom eyes.
Sanctuary in this room. Permanently in my tomb.
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8. |
Prisoner
04:36
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Did I feel bad that I failed on my own? Could it last a lifetime? Just
think of all the sacrifices. A penny spent, a penny earned to walk
down that thin line. Living on an imagination. So was it bad enough?
How bad enough only waiting for you. Was it good enough, never good
enough? Now I'm seeing things. So was it fair enough? How fair enough,
only saving for you. Was it true enough, never true enough! Now I'm
dreaming. The blade was wet from the blood that spilled, spilled from
the wristlines. The wounds have healed, but the pain is tearing my
mind, my body, my soul. It has got to be right, a spirit or a
manifestation. So was it bad enough? How bad enough only waiting for
you. Was it good enough, never good enough? Now I'm seeing things. So
was it fair enough? How fair enough, only saving for you. Was it true
enough, never true enough! Now I'm screaming! I dropped your hand and
walked away. Watched intoxicated flowers fade. Like a needle in a
vein, I did it on my own. And I feel so much discomfort, disbelief. Is
solitude just a child smothered in the cycles of rules and fathers
doctrine? So how long will I be a prisoner?
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