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Disease
01:35
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A disease called man
In sickness we stand
A disease called man
In sickness we stand
Why do we hate, why do we kill?
Smoke billows rise, people piled upon hills
Look up and plead, to the maker in need
This stench is too much, and we're cold hungry and weak
Doctors of chaos in a nation divided
Experiments performed, no morphine provided
They tell us we're safe, but we know them to well
We know that we're damned in this prison called Hell
A disease called man
In sickness we stand
A disease called man
In sickness we stand
Six pointed stars pinned to our skin
Wearing clothes of the dead, the smell of burned skin
Shrivelled remains dumped in a grave
While cadavers walk, victims of rage
Sunken eyes star from the side of the wall
Dusty windows gray as they march down the hall
Innocence lost, boots stomp on the floor
A flower for David as he walks through the door
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Time
04:10
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TIME
Look up tonight
see time dissolve
cold and biting winds of change
pushing ever closer to the edge
burning worlds collapse
holes black like the sun
tell yourself "there's no beginning,"
and chase the fear of your dreaded end
one more heart the priest devours
sleep in sickness, nothing is ours
tell yourself "there's no beginning,"
and chase the fear of your dreaded end
constant pressure rip your ties
hold my hand while I remove your eyes
theres no end in sight
savored lies devolve
nothing matters anymore
i felt the world and i want none
stabbing madly on my chest
i want this life to end
whats the use in burning ears
I'll drag you to the gates of hell
revel in fatality
and leave behind your rotting shell
tell yourself "there's no beginning,"
and chase the fear of your dreaded end
one more heart the dark devours
sleep in sickness, nothing is ours
tell me how "there's no beginning,"
and tell me of your dreaded end
gunshot echoes down the hall
splatter red madness sliding down the wall
but know that they can never own you
hatred grows with tumourous swell
rise above their ill intentions
sleeping men drink from poisoned wells
Hear them now;
screaming distant pleads
A thousand shards of looking glass
Falling like the Purest snow
On a cold December's night
You fade into nothing.
sleeping now with tortured grimace,
final words come to rest
a gentle smile Takes thier place
fading fast in a serpents nest
Fall prey to strange hypnosis;
sickly odor fills the air
Gaze into your emptiness
into your lifeless shell
Fleeting thoughts drift away
you're moving closer still
no question is left unanswered
bottomless wells are never filled
tell yourself "there's no beginning,"
and chase the fear of your dreaded end
one more heart the priest devours
sleep in sickness, nothing is ours
A thin line,
glistening crimson line
Reaching
for new understanding
Look up tonight
see time dissolve
12/17/2003
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Tears for ʇhe Dying Athens, Georgia
For fans of 45 Grave, Christian Death, and New Order
Booking: tearsforthedying@gmail.com and rockyroadtouring.com
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