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the towers that shoulder your pride
the words you've written in stone sand will cover them, sand will cover you the streets that suffer your name your very flesh and your bones sand will cover them, sand will cover you so put your faith in more than steel don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust where thieves break in and steal pull the fangs from out your heel we live in but a shadow of the real step out from time, see the dust of nations step out from time, hear the stars ovation saturn will not sleep, until the sand has made us clean still we stack our stones and bury what we can but it all will be undone, and nothing built under the sun will ever stand before the endless march of sand so put your faith in more than steel don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust where thieves break in and steal pull the fangs from out your heel we live in but a shadow of the real so put your faith in more than steel don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust where thieves break in and steal pull the fangs from out your heel we live in but a shadow of the real |
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The Artist in the Ambulance - Thrice
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal Red light, can't 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 I'm 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 you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it Rhetoric can't raise the dead I'm sick of always talking when there's no change I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal Red light, can't 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 Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound |
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Cold Cash And Colder Hearts
by Thrice they are sick, they are poor and they die by the thousands and we look away they are wolves at the door they are not going to move us or get in our way cause we don't have the time here at the top of the world yeah we're doing just fine here at the top of the world we hold our own by keeping our hearts cold different god, darker skin they are just not a burden that we'd like to bear they are living in sin just throw out any reason for us not to care cause we're feeling alright here at the top of the world yeah we're doing just fine here at the top of the world we've learned that money matters most so we keep our cards held close here at the top of the world we hold our own by keeping our hearts cold we learned what matters most so we keep our hearts cold they are no one they are no where they are not our problem not worth saving nonexistent if we keep our hearts cold they are no one they are no where |
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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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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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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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how can you be sleeping, waves like weapons crash
o'er us, cry for mercy and hold fast hope.. who of us is cursed, or do we have to ask search your souls and hold fast if no one speaks a word, then let the lots be cast truth be told and hold fast white death wakes in black skies, mark your maker's wrath fear and flames of azure climb the crooked the mast you will yet be baptized, steeped in shattered glass sink and sing your answer and hold fast hope as strong arms grip your shoulders like dead hands of the past pray as you're tossed over, this breath could be your last quiet and cold, silent and slow night black as coal, miles here below find your faith and dive deep, through living gateways pass lined with death and ivory, and hold fast, hold fast deep beneath the black dawn, leagues from lightning's flash ribs will raise cathedrals for the morning mass steel yourself in sackcloth, roll your heart in ash scrape your skin with steel wool and hold fast hope cross your heart and hold fast hope |
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I know one day, all our scars will disappear,
like the stars at dawn and all of our pain, will fade away when morning comes and on that day when we look backwards we will see, that everything is changed and all of our trials, will be as milestones on the way and as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart and there's no greater love, than that one shed his blood for his friends on that day all of the scales will swing to set all the wrongs to right all of our tears, and all of our fears will take to flight but until then all of our scars will still remain, but we've learned that if we'll open the wounds and share them then soon they start to heal as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart and there's no greater love, than that one shed his blood for his friends we must see that every scar is a bridge, and as long as we live we must open up these wounds when some one stands in your shoes and will shed his own blood there's no greater love. we must open up our wounds |
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I know what lies beneath, I've seen the flash of teeth.
Conspiring with the reef to sink our ship. The wind's a cheating wife, her tongue a thirsty knife. And she could take your life with one good kiss. Can you see the sky turn red? As morning's light breaks over me, Know tonight we'll make our bed at the bottom of the sea. I know the ocean speaks, I've heard her call to me. And smiling in my dreams she whispers this (The stars retreat behind their veil. The clouds are clinging to your sail. The storm is coming can you see?) Look and see the sky turn red. Like blood it covers over me. And soon the sea shall give up her dead. We'll raise an empire from the bottom of the sea |
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