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Charm Offense
02:18
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I'm gonna start a war
One like you aint seen before
With bombs and words and hand grenades
To find out how our dreams are made
I'm gonna start a war
Charm my way through your front door
Have a look at your pretty things
Find out if those bells will ring
If they'll ring
There are no casualties
in the scheme that I've planed
There are those who will seem
to disappear from where i am.
I dont mean to offend
I just wanna be your friend
I've got a plan
To make the future
seem at hand
So I'm gonna start a war
With armor and guns and laughter
And if i will hold a grand parade
This is how out dreams are made
How they're made.
There are no casualties
in the scheme that I've planed
There are those who will seem
to disappear from where i am.
Out on the floor
Giving a speech I've given before
No ones there that i can tell
All my plans they work too well
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I'll Go With You
02:07
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You stood up to proclaim
Among the riots and the flames
That you would be free?
From what others claim
The gossip and the the gospel
Well you found them both well
Once caged and once free
Of the stories they tell
When they slay you with the word
I'll stand there and be your sword
when you're ready
I'll go with you
For them it wasn't enough
Once to rough you up
Try and keep you from me
But they don't know what they've done
As for your self you ve had a time
In admitting you could be mine
And no one could take from
Though I'm sure they'd try
When your made to kneel
I'll stand there and be your shield
When you're ready
I'll go with you
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Almost Martyred
03:32
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She was unintentionally born a women
and grew up to become a blade.
The chromosomes must of seen it within her
They take up blows that make most break.
I've come, through hell, fire, and Brimstone.
Just to be, almost martyred at your feet.
She caters to the daily dozen
Doting dullards at her feet.
Without her knees they must be heaven
Brushed off to that graceful meet.
They've come, through hell, fire, and brimstone.
Just to be, almost martyred at your feet.
Well i was obviously made a martyr
By my brains damaged design
The neurons must of sensed the impulse
And i would have to be a sacrifice.
She walked away as if offended
By the silly non-divine
there was no death no soul ascending
only this time tell me why, have I.
Have I come, through hell, fire, and brimstone
just to be always martyred at your feet.
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4. |
War More Years
02:36
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5. |
Angry Young Men
03:24
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No one said rebellion would be
Just as easy as giving in
Everyone has got a system
To assist you with your problems
But at the height of peak performance
No one speaks of what they owe us
Time and time again
How much have i wasted
Here i am still disagreeing
well i wonder who they're out there meeting
im sure they're full of shit.
I willed my face into a billboard
into a slogan to be ignored
I stand alone with no one behind me
But no one said to burn the office
Or do my best to fill their coffins
I wonder what it is gotten into me.
And though i sign my name with a Sigil
And light a candle at your vigil.
I was always right
And you were always wrong.
If you leave me all alone
I just might turn this heart to stone
It'll take a record of my teeth to recognize me.
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