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Thrice The Artist In The Ambulance

Here's your new drug shoot it in the left eye feel it on the right side no it's not love though it sets up shop behind your ribcage building blood clots

They are sick, they are poor And they die by the thousands and we look away They are wolves at the door They are not going to move us or get in our way

Paint the target we don't need no evidence flood the market we do it all in self defense you're a smart kid never work without your gloves if you're

They preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight they toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines, shatterproof spires listen for

i feel an angel steal me from the greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance

I've waited for this moment All my life and more And now i see so clearly What i could not see before. The time is now or never This chance won't come

I feel an angel steal me from the Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance

The air my lungs first loved Carves craters from my eyes They said, "Breathe deeply son Or be the next to die" Beneath the falling night And heaven's

Here's your new drug Shoot it in the left eye Feel it on the right side No, it's not love It sets up shop behind your ribcage Building blood clots and