| cant see nothing in front of me. cant see nothing coming up behind. I make my way through this darkness. I cant feel nothing except this chain that binds me. Lost track of how far ive gone, and how high ive climbed. On my backs a 6O pound stone. on my shoulder a half mile of line. Theres spirits above and behind me. Faces gone black, eyes burning white. May their precious blood bind me. as i stand before your fiery light... |
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| everything makes sense now... |
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| people are just 2 blind 2 see your sacred lie. and the fear isnt going away as the soldiers still die.Dont they know that there lifes have been sold for the good of your sacred lie. For the truth to be told, and the plan to unfold, we MUST start asking why |
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| less than a month to go... I dont know whether to be happy or sad |
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| In violent times, u shouldnt have 2 sell ur soul. In black and white, they really ought 2 know. Those wondering minds, who took you for a working hoar. They said goodbye, you shouldnt have 2 jump for joy. They give u life, and in return you gave em hell. As cold as ice, I hope we live 2 tell the tale. And the tale was told. the story became old. Fact turned 2 myth, myth 2 legend. and then we were completely forgoten |
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