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The Storm
03:35
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They fled in the storm just before our bombs would reach them
Nameless peasants dying in the night
You won't see them in our new, we must not see our victims
For this to be a just war we must be blind
If you kill a child on the street we call that an act of murder
But in a war we call it friendly fire
To us it is an abstract thing, a theoretical decision
Only with this disconnection can it seem right
We fled in the storm just before their bombs could reach us
Nameless peasants dying in the night
To them it is an abstract thing, a theoretical decision
Only with this disconnection can it seem right
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2. |
You Deserved It
03:16
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There's a time and a place
And this is neither
We might fight but can we live without it?
The look on my face
I am the deceiver
I could cut you off quick and not take a minute to grieve
Run for your life from me
I just can't be trusted
Yes there's something wrong
And that's how we'll leave it
I've had a thousand sleeping lessons but I never want to go to sleep
Wrapped up so long
You just can't believe it
While every six months I just want to quit everything
Run for your life from me
I just can't be trusted
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3. |
The Rips
04:22
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Distress, it hits you like a flood
After weeks of only feeling numb
Your mind plays over and over and over and over
The things that she's become
There's the things she can't forget
She plays them over in her head while looking stunned
So lay low, whisper don't shout
She won't see you, let yourself out
But oh no, you fell, you fell
You thought that her body was a wishing well
It rips, it's ripping into you
As she grips, she grips a hold of you
She's crying "save me, save me, save me, save me
Save me and save me soon"
Save me from the threat
Save me from any thread of something new
So lay low, whisper don't shout
She won't see you, let yourself out
But oh no, you fell, you fell
You thought that her body was a wishing well
In bed, you feel so far apart
Why are you crying, you don't know where to start
Cause you're reliving, living, living, living
Her memories through your heart
Now you're cutting off your friends
Cutting off the threads of what you knew
So now there's nothing in your head
But nothing in your head is nothing new
So lay low, whisper don't shout
She won't see you, let yourself out
But oh no, you fell, you fell
You thought that her body was a wishing well
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4. |
The Big Solution
01:48
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In the end it's all just flesh
An awkward silence after sex
The same bulimic conversations
Between the nights of emptiness
In the distance snarls of hate
And upstairs just broken plates
She came at dawn with the big solutions
Her lips so blue on a bled white face
She said "I think I'm dead but I know you're not
So you're talking to me, that's fair enough"
I got so drunk that my lips are numb
Eyes full of tears, no control of my tongue
We watch the breeders breed
And we hear their children scream
The diplomats in limousines
Snake down a road like a filthy stream
Expectations solid weights
I'd rather drink these dreams away
I think you're just too scared to leave here
But then I'm just too weak to stay
She said "I think I'm dead but I know you're not
So you're talking to me, that's fair enough"
I got so drunk that my lips are numb
Eyes full of tears, no control of my tongue
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5. |
Downstairs
01:44
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