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Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster

. If the blinders were just gone would you then feel Jesus. You've seen miracles I know you. Faith comes like the waves. Not much for leaders to little control. And

Martyrs this blood makes. Digging the graves for the valleydale saints. Farewell comes when your breath becomes mine. Such a sweet goodbye. Years brought me to this moment and

see the faces looking pretty grim Ambience foretold and now this stone is caving from within Our simplicity, lost or whatever the cost, you better start running Ambience foretold and

public see of our defeat But we still live on, we live on Years may pass, but the story will be told Of Mother Maylene, and us, her Sons of Disaster

the past I hate more than you. Wasted away for awhile at this farewell. Take me home to southern remedies come on baby. And for all your hate just blame

The silent rituals need to be caressed let me stay here and hide my eyes from the bitter world. LORD KNOWS I'M NOT READY TO SHINE. Let me stay here and

Sold on surviving but what's the cost? You had your one shot and you took them all \"Woah\"... Hear the last train coming Roll the dice and spin the

my path I fill the ranks of saints and sinners, the futures and the aftermaths Say a prayer for me God knows I can't control myself A new storms coming, and

me Lord strike me down! This accident of surviving, you see me as a failure I feel you looking down Sing to my maker somewhere... A bullet bears my name, come and