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Sullied Graves
The Rebel Spell
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The strobe of explosions lights the terror on your face
and I can't see my feet through the dust that chokes these streets
When it all has settled they'll find bodies that don't exist
though we've repeatedly been told that were safer in this place
Hold my hand dear sister they can't fall like this forever
Run! run
Run! run
The bombers aren't like soldiers they havent got their own minds but they were fueled and reloaded
How's it going to end?
If this ever ends, I imagine whole armies on trial
If this ever ends, I imagine whole armies on trial
Your guilty by your apathy and complicint by your simpilcity
So don't try to blow it off
It's too far beyond your means
I'll repeat myself till these ideas are heard
I'll write about disorder and murder driven by simple greed
Now change places and I'm still not awake
and landing lights brush past my face, a soldier here I feed the planes
Illuminated by diodes close enough to burn my skin
There is also a pale yellow glow that comes from within
"Snap out of it kid! You're gonna lose your head!
Stupid mother fucker! I never owned it anyway!"
The big bomber is fuelled and the turbines whine
Its dirty claws rake at the sky
Scars in the forms of jet streams
If this ever ends, I imagine whole armies on trial
If this ever ends, I imagine whole armies on trial
Your guilty by your apathy and complicit by your simpilcity
So don't try to blow it off
It's too far beyond your means
I'll repeat myself till these ideas are heard
I'll write about disorder and murder driven by simple greed
Oh tell me not to leave for the hills
this place is lost we're gonna let 'em burn
I'll take the kind, we'll save ourselves but leave the trapped to die
I know that's not right
It seems we're overrun and this chapter's nearly closed
It can't happen fast enough, its all gotta go
Giving up on everything is as bad as giving in
You've got a voice! Lets hear you through it in!
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All the tired skeptics say how's it gonna end?
If this ever ends, I imagine whole armies on trial
If this ever ends, I imagine whole armies on trial
Your guilty by your apathy and complicint by your simplicity
So don't try to blow it off
It's too far beyond your means
I'll repeat myself till these ideas are heard
I'll write about disorder and murder driven by simple greed
Don't accept your place where slavery is sold as freedom, while children beg for water
Lay down your arms when those who follow orders
like they're not responsible, lay is shallow sullied graves
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