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Words From The Dead
03:13
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sheltered from the cold by
words from the dead
large leather chair
on steel bullet wheels
absorbs all the pain that he feels
the words he has spoken
through gaps in their hearts
bound in blue folders
stood in straight lines
we've all got our heads down
waiting to fall
the flashing red light
the oxygen masks
he'll fly us to heaven
he promises
he promises
the accolades
all silver framed
the accolades of war
a soldier sold out for grief
your little chief
your little chief
with tired hymns
and empty grins
and jokes that punch holes in your skull
remembering
your face not your name
could never once
apologise
could never be very far wrong
he'll fly you to heaven
on steel bullet wheels
crushing your head
words from the dead
crushing your head
words from the dead
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Radar voices
pouring out from your head
dial your saviour
he will lay them to rest
turn the pages
breathe the words
love
love
love
I will wake all the angels
at the end of time
to hold your hand
to eat your fear
I will wake all the angels
at the end of time
to hold your hand
to eat your fear
radar voices
hammer sharks and all
bleeding temples
sinners failure foiled
he will bleach you
speak for you another life
it's your time
it's always been your time
it's your time
it's always been your time
I know the dark and hardened parts
of all your favourite monsters
are just a hair away from heavenly
I know the dark and hardened parts
of all your favourite monsters
are just a hair away from heavenly
jealousy
jealousy
jealousy
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3. |
Big Man
03:48
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soft head
I wonder why you feel so afraid
brittle bones
I wonder why you walk so slow
coughing up a lung
coughing up a lung
for show
coughing up a lung
coughing up a lung
for show
I don't have any plans
I don't have any plans
I don't have any plans
to believe a single word you say
hard case
I wonder just how soft you're gonna be
when you face
the fact that you've destroyed just what you love
just place you say
my boy right there in front of that machine
he'll be alright
he'll be just fine
he won't grow up at all
he won't grow up at all
he won't grow up at all
not underneath your wheels
big man
as big as men can get and nothing less
you're all flesh
flesh and teeth
tooth and claw
you want to fight us all
for any reason you can find
to tear our skin, and bleed our eyes
pull our hearts out of our saving graces
and revive yourself by chewing on the muscle
burnt hands
I wonder why your teeth are grinding so
I know
your belly full of lies must make you really need to go
relieve yourself on someone small and fragile
corrupt your boy and all his patron saints
no he won't grow up
he won't grow up if you can help it
and surely you can
big man
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4. |
Bright White Lies
02:10
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I can see the dye running down your fingers
don't tell me you have not dipped them in
I can smell your fear
I don't care if you want me
I don't care if your dying
I don't care if it feels so right
it seems so right it's wrong
when even the hammer headed man
all liars and sailing by the moon
has a handle on his conscience
well so can you
I'm not what you desire
I'm crippled and unkind
I want you to burn
I want you to burn
she can see the demons on the ceiling
descending on his pride
I know your mind
I know your mind
your bright white lies
your bright white lies
I know your mind
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5. |
Brothers & Sisters
03:06
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oh you're not my entertainment nor my source of pride
no you're not my entertainment nor my source of pride
you are not my entertainment nor my source of pride
you are not my entertainment nor my source of pride
oh I told him I live in a fictional world
oh I told him I live in a fictional world
oh I told him I live in a fictional world
and I'd still be proud if he was covered in shit
oh brothers and sisters it's time to sing
oh brothers and sisters it's time to sing
in the parliament houses and telephone booths
it's time to sing I need to know
oh the dictionary definition of a kiss
is to touch or press together your lips
in an expression of affection, greeting or love
in an expression of affection, greeting or love
I am not your entertainment nor your source of pride
no I'm not your entertainment nor your source of pride
I am not your entertainment nor your source of pride
but I'm grateful that you looked me in the eye
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6. |
Harsh Words
02:25
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harsh words
kill birds
my wings
sure gonna sting on their way out
she won't concede
my shoulders bleed
the blood all down my arms
is not evidence enough
hard times
send good men blind
will turn their noble souls
to smoke and dust
short lived
fury and fire
at your finger tips
pointing down
down at her
short fuse
old news
the ears and eyes of someone
with a box over their head
she swings
punches
head first into the water
I'm supposed to shake her hand
soft skin
can never win
I puncture easily
nut Jesus I am free
Jesus I am free
harsh words
kill birds
my wings
sure gonna sting when they are grown
sing when they are grown
but not to you
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7. |
Even Still
02:16
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when the heart is a constant soldier
in a war of old design
when the weak are scattered truly
where the sun can never shine
when your eyes are the walking wounded
cross a landscape burnt to dust
onward Christian soldier
onward now you must
till the earth opens wide to swallow you
and drag you deep deep down
they will find your soul in a jar
pulsing underground
and out it on display
behind a plate of glass
and the sons of sons of sons of men you know
will marvel at its burning heart
will marvel at its burning heart
and the plaque beneath will read
even still
even still
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8. |
Burning
02:49
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look alive son
the end has not come
you're not even close to the middle of things
there's a long way to go
a long way to go
tuck your hands in
under your chin
knees to the floor
quit your lying and mean it
you've got to be free
that's what I need
no you don't understand
what I've been seeing
the words I've been reading
the soul of the beast
straight from hell
who knows me too well
it's time now to move
gather yourself
up into the water
that flows all around you
don't let yourself drown
you keep your head up
but your will you see
is hard to collect
she tells of new visions
of stories with meaning
at least now when I look for you
I'm not looking back
don't fret my son
bring your dim light
into my house
all of you now
are together a sun
burning so bright
together a sun
burning
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9. |
His Kind
02:46
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pale reflection
skin and bone
not the kind of person
you'd sit next to on a crowded bus
no you'd just stand up
kinda smells strange
is mumbling
something about
Jesus Christ
coming
avoidance
your best and favourite policy
will save you from what's underneath the band aids
on his face
he will beat you
he will beat you down
in your imaginary town
for eternity
him and his kind
him and the like
till you peel your skin away
get down on your knees and pray
I'm so sorry
I was never brave
no your saviour
never hung up for the stable ones
he stayed right there on the line
to save his kind
are you really his kind?
his kind and able
bodied soul
I hope you know
I hope you know
I hope you know
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10. |
Eugene Wesley
02:46
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you can never spend enough money
to fill in the void
left by the fact that tri-corders will never exist
and James T-Kirk
is not a real man
he's just an idea
from a dead mans mind
that has to be a pile of dust by now
in the skull of Eugene Wesley
died 1991
which has not been full of stars and stairways for a while
nor contained a single lustful thought about
Lucille Ball
dust to dust to dust to dust to dust
the memories of handcuffs and jet planes
he never shared through plastic space-men's lips
you wish you could birth like
tiny embryos of joy
you wish you could birth like
tiny embryos of joy
but they're gone
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