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Frantic Prayer
04:27
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Caught with my hand in the cookie jar again inevitably
Hard to believe it? Believe it
This once-thought-reformed wretch returned to the scene of the crime
No reason or rhyme rationale
Just compulsivity
“High time to come clean, son
Spill the beans, tell us where the bodies are buried
And charity might smile on you”
Thus resigned
I offer up this frantic prayer
“Christ alive
I swore this wouldn’t be my life”
Caught with my hands red as slowly dying stars
At least so it seems
You’ve just got to believe me
Walk a mile in my boots
Clearly, I didn’t choose these shoes for myself
But you’ve already read me the riot act
And I’m not coming back
Thus resigned
I offer up this frantic prayer
“Christ alive
I swore this wouldn’t be my life”
So where
Where did it all go wrong?
Such a promising start
Such a prominent fall
So where did it all go so wrong?
And so on, so on, so on
You may scoff but it’s true
You still don’t believe me, do you?
Well, what’s so awful to you
Comes quite naturally to me
And I need it like breathing
When you feel like you’re drowning
You’ll do anything
For that one last chance to come up for air
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Kicking The Tires
04:57
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He pulled the plug from the wall
That connected him to the world
Well he was going blind, it was the only remedy
The archangels’ black sheep
Is collecting all the soul
He’d rather his not be just a memory
So trade your liberties for luxuries
Lionize the lies while you’re killing time ‘til you’re dead
Believe the ruse, the evening news says “All’s well”
While hell rains down on a civilian town
Past your line of sight
We’re all gonna end up just like them
When involved in the wars that no one can win
And we’re all gonna end up back one with the earth
Before we realize what life’s really worth
Well truth was never a problem
She was always told facts and she always believed ‘em
‘Til the day she kicked the tires; they blew up in her face
Now she’s got no trust and she makes her own rules
She’s a regular goddamn queen, but labeled as a disgrace
So raise your false flags high and see who salutes
The forlorn hope couldn’t cope so they gave ‘em enough rope
It’s just retribution…it’s nothing personal
Rehearse your regret then set your sights on the next illicit prize
We’re all gonna end up just like them
When involved in the wars that no one can win
And we’re all gonna end up back one with the earth
Before we realize what life’s really worth
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