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And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

the medals they bestow Shake a hand, take a bow It's so au natural (He's only an actor) (He's on the screen...) The chains lie broken one by one Of

flesh cold and numb What have you done, Mark David Chapman? Let all the desperate hours of boredom Lead you to some meaning of truth Bumps and bruises and

This is something you can count on Drip down onto my forehead On to my aorta Drip as fiery cinder Onto the sweltering town So I'm sweet on you I am transparent

of the black remote. Here I am comfortable Surrounded by stings and bows. Let everyone else go. Nights on Kirkwood so serene Far from the sirens and

you drop me off And not a word was spared for us Drinks at ten, we're off again The crowds and bouncers stare at us And the last one out of the car fills

heaven to you a perfect place? The look of sorrow on a sufferer's face? A field of lives to sow and reap That some of us will never see Why is it I

And I thought of you and maybe you once thought of me We were changing And we kept changing And all at once I saw a hole into the future And I thought

Never knew I could feel this way So old and and unremembered Never thought it would slip away And fall like September Scale these walls in front of me Have you

two faced Where loves disgraceful Crimes committed with sharpened knives And wasted lives Of those who are forced To shove And murder the peace dove There is no higher calling from above You