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LYRICS:
Wipe off the cold sweat from your forehead
Shake off the cold dead glares of flickering eyes
You're such an easy target
You place yourself in harms way,
and with frail arms raised
Did you think that this would make you brave?
Just remember... we're not bullet-proof,
but we'd still take a bullet for you,
and we won't judge if you took cover from the monster,
we would all hate to become
We're taking control of your demons,
before your loved ones bite the bullet
It's all... It's all gone to hell
The trenches tore you down
You're torturing yourself
Yeah, you torture yourself with self-pity and doubt
With pity and doubt
You torture yourself
You torture yourself
Yeah..you torture yourself
Well, I know you're afraid,
And this is what it means to be human
Walls built like a fortress,
and when you let your guard down,
you pull the pin just like a hand grenade
And all you know is the sweet sound of sabotage
Just say the word and I'll end this quick
Point blank x3
I'll help you find peace of mind tonight
Ohhhh, but you have to let me in
You keep us all at an arms length
It's all... It's all gone to hell
The trenches tore you down
The trenches tore you down
As you torture yourself with self-pity and doubt,
You torture yourself
I know your afraid
We're afraid for you too
Tremors in teeth, Vs. Jaws that hit the floor
I can tell by your battle cries that, you're in shock , you're in shock
On the verge of giving up, giving up
and on the verge of giving uh-up,
Stay conscious if you plan on making it through this nightmare
Making it through this nightmare
You're such an easy target,
You're such an easy target, ugh
And it's all gone straight to hell
It's all... It's all gone to hell
The trenches tore you down
The trenches tore you down
As you torture yourself and no drifter can save your soul
No drifter can save your soul tonight
You can play tug of war but you can't play it on your own
And you can play tug of war
woah-oh-oh x2
You've left such mess and destruction here
You're never coming home, You're never coming home
All is quiet on...on the western front X5
You're only searching for....for the easy way out
Well I hope you find exactly what you're groping for
A Soldier lives for danger for the easy way out
Well I hope you find... find exactly what you're groping for
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Choke Fights With Kites
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LYRICS:
Slide face first into sand boxes
This forecast, it calls for splendour
Alarm clock rains on my parade
Locked to this blue collar chain
Curfews replaced with deadlines
Colleagues stand in for my friends
Grounded to evolving seniority like a band-aid that came off too quick
Still bleeding x2
Stop staring out the window
Start climbing the fence
Stop warming up the bench
Stop staring out the window
Start climbing the fence
So reserved but, too much character for one cubicle
What are we waiting for?
WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR?
Underdog from swing to swing
Hide and seek. but whom are we searching for
But whom are we searching for
Underdog from swing to swing
Hide and seek. but why do we hide from ourselves
Tag you're it...but can you catch me
Are you running for your life, or running from it
Wuh-oh-ae-oh-ohhh,
Youth is a kite flying by
Woe-ay-uh-uh-oh,
Carried by the tempest through the storm
Youth is a kite flying by
Youth is not a fountain x2
Carried by the tempest
Carried by the tempest through the storm
Get over yourself x2
You're missing out
Break out of your shell and play
Building blocks
The twist and turns x2
We're scraping our knees as we learn
We will all fall, we crawl, we roll,
We will all grow old x2
we will all grow
The wear and the tear, the trick is the treat
Break out of your shell
Break out of your seat
Get over yourself
A wise mans heart stays young
Are you running for your life, or running from it
Wuh-oh-ae-oh-ohhh,
Youth is a kite flying by
Woe-ay-uh-uh-oh,
Carried by the tempest through the storm
Rolling in the mud
Relax and recreate
Youth is a kite flying by
Youth is not a fountain
Youth is not a kite
Youth is a kite flying by
Youth is not a fountain
Discourse,
It's not too late
Discourse
It's never too late
Discourse
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LYRICS:
I've become death, the destroyer of worlds
...and it's not fair, it's not fair
I'm a weapon of terror
You should try not to stare
Witness all the chaos that man can fashion
A step up from surreal
A step down from humane
There's only so much I can take
Don't push me around
Let us wager on price of aggression
Don't push me around, nooo
I'm not proud but I'll show you the worst of me
Don't push me around
Marvel at the work of these hands
Blue prints and schemes
You followed my demands
I felt the threat and I was under attack,
without cover from the critical mass
Now there's no chance to make amends
Little, little boy levels the playing field
The body count rises
Debris paints the scenery
Little, little boy took a city down with him
The body count rises
Flash, fire and black
I'm a foolish little boy,
With my questionable morals
I've abused my power
I'm so insecure and I'm exposed
With more potential than I give myself credit for
Under pressure my short fuse was made to blow
Before I hit the ground
Little, little boy levels the playing field
The body count rises
Debris paints the scenery
Little, little boy took a city down with him
The body count rises
Flash, fire and black
How can you expect man to control the atom...
...when man can't even control himself?
So tell me whose the bully now
We all crave power x3
We all want security
Our vengeance made us all so blind
The innocent were taken by surprise
I've always kept it bottled up inside
I've always kept it bottled deep inside
I'm falling fast
The sky is falling
Ohhh the sky is falling
I'm empty to the core
The body count rises
Flash, fire and black
Debris paints the scenery
I've become death, the destroyer of world
I've abused my power
I'm insecure and I'm exposed
A step up from surreal
A step down from humane
And I am the power of the sun
Little, little boy levels the playing field
The body count rises
Debris paints the scenery
Little, little boy took a city down with him
The body count rises
Flash, fire and black
It's not over till the fat lady sings
And the fat man goes down in history
Will we ever learn x2
It's not over till the fat lady sings
It's not over till the fat lady sings... her song
And ashes to ashes we all fall down
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