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Stephen Simmons
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Revelations No.34
There's a million senseless reasons Why these stores on Main are closing down As a million changing seasons leave their mark On these people and these buildings downtown
A billion vulgar dealings Left these institutions bankrupt of soul And a billion greedy minions took great harvest A harvest they never laboured or sowed
With a hundred faceless coins in your pockets And a hundred unmarked bills in useless wallets
Thought she had the answers to our ails In her big and blue Star Spangled eyes Took the milk from her breast, then looked West And marched on towards a blood red sky
Self-worship was the only flowing fountain As other well's soon ran dry Vanity's once proud, majestic mountains Timber stripped and her stones long since mined
Fasten these brass buttons on this thin worn out coat Step into these sole-less boots and into the New World's cold
There's a pile of dried out bones upon that hill Underneath the maple's Autumn turning leaves Driving by with my family, five years old Not sure if it's a dream, a ghost, or an implanted memory
There's a pile of faded letters in foreign languages Up to the threshold high And though I cannot read them they call out to me In the middle of this all revealing night
Confusing what's not real and what's certain to the eyes And confusing what can't change and what could If I'd just learn how to try
The cosmos swung open and mankind Did clumsily appear And chaos was the order, but so was feared, And so hated as entropy was revered
And so we turned our love to Destiny and Fate As we struggled to take control of these quiet, desperate lives But Chaos never blinked he knew that Order Was Divine and really always on his side
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Copycat calamity and original sin But don't you get too close there boy this property's condemned
Help wanted sign in the window of the Diner As you enter and take your seat within Old man in his corner wicker rocker Chastens you with a toothless grin
His stories from the old days make you long For simpler and easier times And the sweet nostalgic candy pulls you in As it's cavity's dig deep into your mind
He's quoting Revelations and George Wallace And every empty suit and false prophet who dares to call us
We all stood at the alter vowing charity In an innocent time We took our bride with promises of love And honor and obedient lives
And the fruits of our love bore us children Named malcontent, apathy and denial But when the mother of our children shows her age we break our vows And leave her with these kids that just won't mind
Ah but Stawberries will never taste so sweet to the lips touch And the thighs of all the women, they have surely lost their clutch
At the bottom of an eternal abyss Where once truth did lie We scratch around with the Veils of Maya Pulled back o'er our eyes
The thoughts in our head Can't seem to find their way to our tongue Blood in vein can't find the heart And the air can't find our lungs
The artist's of our time void of expression Collective petty thoughts of false conviction
We ride upon a great horse that does not trust us Command a mighty army that will not obey us
We bear children upon children who do not love us As we seek to prove that free will does not suite us
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