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Under a Killing Moon - Thrice
the air my lungs first loved carves craters from my eyes they said "breathe deeply son or be the next to die" Beneath the falling night and heaven's shutting gate pray keep your tongue held tight or suffer the same fate the blood on our black gloves it is none of your concern if you want to call our bluff get in line and wait your turn and watch the witches burn" Don't flinch when innocents are dancing with the flame if they wanted to live they'd learn to play the game You can still walk away if you just hold your tongue if you'd just walk away you'd live to see the sun but" Under this killing moon under this burning sky the fire's shining groom I hold my breath and close my eyes "The blood on our black gloves it is none of your concern if you want to call our bluff get in line and wait your turn and watch the witches burn we'll watch the witches burn" |
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| 3:20 |
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one day the dreamers died within us
when all our answers never came we hid the truth beneath our skin but our shadows never looked the same a ghost is all that's left of everything we swore we never would forget we tired to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the dead and when we couldn't stop the bleeding we held our hearts over the flame we couldn't help but call it treason after that we couldn't fill our frames after that our shadows never looked the same a ghost is all that's left of everything we swore we never would forget we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the dead in summers past we'd challenge fate with higher pitch and perfect aim and standing fast, we'd radiate a light we loved but never named but the answers never came and our shadows never looked the same a ghost is all that's left of everything we swore we never would forget we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the dead a ghost of everything we though but never said we tried to bleed the sickness but we drained our hearts instead we are the ones who lost our faith we dug ourselves an early grave we are the dead, can we be saved? |
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| 3:08 |
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Silhouette
by Thrice Your eyes, followed me here. Your eyes, seamless and sure. They leave me broken and, in need of a cure. Your eyes, followed me here. Your eyes, sifting my soul. They leave me broken hands, those diamonds from the coal. They lace me along, Giving synapse of white lines. Then chasing the dawn, Story book syntax. Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know. About myself and this life. Silhouette lies. And your eyes, speaking in tongues. Vigilant still, filling my lungs. Testing my will. They leave me broken and, bruised and bleeding. Your eyes, resting in flame, Leaven me breathless again. Like hydrogen spread on fault lines. Or dead, kissing me with exposure to radon. Your eyes slit the throat, of all I know. About myself and this life. Silhouette lies. Your eyes, Your eyes. Speaking in tongues. Vigilant still, lead our way. Filling my lungs. Testing my will. You slit the throat, of I know. About myself and this life. Silhouette Lies. You slit my throat. Because I know, That this life, is a lie. So slit my throat. |
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Stare At The Sun
by Thrice I sit here clutching uselessness keys from doors that don't exist I crack my teeth on pearls tear into the history show me what it means to me in this world, yeah in this world because I am due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I won't close my eyes until I understand or go blind seen the parts but not the whole studied saints and scholars both And no perfect plan unfolds do I trust my heart or just my mind why is truth so hard to find, in this world, yea in this world because I am due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I won't close my eyes until I understand or go blind know that there're a point I've missed father stone I haven't kissed a sky that never graced my wrist a mirror hasn't left my fist but I can't help Feeling like I'm feeling like I'm due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight, into the sun and I wont close my eyes due for a miracle I'm waiting for a sign I stare straight into the sun And I won't close my eyes |
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| 4:00 |
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Paper Tigers - Thrice
They preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight They toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines Listen for the sound (for the sound, for the sound) as it all comes crashing down (as it all comes crashing down) [x2] They preach to the choir, Always in the permanent daylight They toss paper tigers from their perfect, shatterproof spires They light the world on fire, just to watch it burn it'll be their funeral pyre, but they never seem to learn [x2] Listen for the sound (for the sound, for the sound), as it all comes crashing down (as it all comes crashing down) [x2] And we paid the price, we paid for their crimes with our blood, with our blood, with our blood, with our blood Paid with our blood and our lives, with our blood and our lives, with our blood and our lives with our blood and our lives, with our blood and our lives.... |
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Hoods on Peregrine - Thrice
the blue light spills like oceans we smile and let it in it cures us of our questions like hoods on peregrine knowledge locked in a tower barons will hold the key but if knowledge is power, know this is tyranny all we're asking for is what's ours you think they're selling you truth, truth is, they're selling you out truth is, they're selling you out the black ink fuels our notions that all the facts are in it cures us of our questions like hoods on peregrine knowledge locked in a tower barons will hold the key but if knowledge is power, know this is tyranny all we're asking for is what's ours you think they're selling you truth but they're just selling you and if we keep buying in the line between lies and truth will wear paper thin, paper thin you think they're selling you truth, the truth is, they're selling you out |
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I've waited for this moment All my life and more And now i see so clearly What i could not see before. The time is now or never This chance won't come again Throw caution and myself to the wind. There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings But im willing to find out what impossible means. A leap of faith. Parody of an angel Miles above the sea I hear the voice of reason Screaming up to me "You've flown far too high boy now you're too close to the sun, Soon your makeshift wings will come undone" But how will I know limits from lies if i never try? Theres no promise of safety with these secondhand wings But im willing to find out what impossible means. Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me. Nothing to me Nothing to me I will touch the sun or I will die trying. Die Trying. Fly on these secondhand wings Willing to find out what impossible means Climb to the heavens on feathers and dreams Because the melting point of wax means nothing to me Nothing to me Means nothing to me Miles above the sea. |
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Blood Clots and Black Holes - Thrice
Here's your new drug shoot it in the left eye feel it on the right side no it's not love though it sets up shop behind your ribcage building blood clots and black holes like using an axe to pull a sliver from your skin And they say this is medicine an overdose of oxygen a severed head as sedative to be at peace would be a sin and surely un-american I'm breaking Here's your new blood transfusion took us all night tell us that you're all right no it's not love though feels like fire inside of your veins burning right beneath the wrist begging for a razor's kiss to free it from your skin And they say this is medicine an overdose of oxygen a severed head as sedative to be at peace would be a sin and surely unamerican I'm breaking down Down!..down!..down!.. I'm breaking down Lift the veil, it's not medicine and my heart fails, time and time again |
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| 3:39 |
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late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can큧 stop so i spin the wheel my world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and i am gone now i lay here Owing my life to a stranger and i realize that empty words are not enough i큟 left here with the question of just what have i to show except the promises i never kept? i lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets i hope that i will never let you down i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound look around and you큞l see that at times it feels like no one really cares it gets me down but i큟 still gonna try to do what큦 right, i know that there큦 a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have there큦 a line drawn in the sand, i큟 working up the will to cross it i hope that i will never let you down i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound rhetoric cant큧 raise the dead i큟 sick of always talking when there큦 no change rhetoric cant큧 raise the dead i큟 sick of empty words, let큦 lead and not follow late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal red light, can큧 stop so i spin the wheel my world goes black before i feel an angel steal me from the greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance hope that i will never let you down i know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound |
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wake up everyone! It's not too late
to save the remnants of our hearts, so stop giving up our last shot at love, our only chance to find the meaning of the beat beneath the blood we laugh at honor and are shocked to find knives in our backs we follow those who cheat and steal men without chests are making a comeback our only compass smashed under our own heels reason abandoned to appetites and addicts arms shotguns and silence have always been the best of charms wake up everyone! it's not too late to save the remnants of our hearts, so stop giving up our last shot at love, our only chance to find the meaning of the beat beneath the blood we laugh at honor and are shocked to find knives in our backs we champion those who cheat and steal men without chests are making a comeback our only compass smashed under our own heels, under our iron will the abolition of man is within the reach of science but are we so far gone that we'll try it? |
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| 4:00 |
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Paint the target
We don't need no evidence Flood the market We do it all in self defense You're a smart kid Never work without your gloves If you're a smart kid You'll stay the hell away from love And if it comes to murder Don't tell and we won't ask you how You sleep at night when the lights go out And you're all alone With all the ghosts of lesser humans Whose lives you've spilt to suit your own Sit and think of All the dollars and the cents And your blue blood You'll see it all makes perfect sense Drink from this cup A better life awaits us all You're one of us Remember conscience comes before the fall Your actions all are justified Your actions all are justified And if it comes to murder Don't tell and we won't ask you how You sleep at night when the lights go out And you're all alone With all the ghosts of lesser humans Whose lives you've spilt to suit your own But don't we all bleed red blood? Don't we all bleed red blood? |
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