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Quicksilver Songs

In Keeping Secerts of Silent Earth 3-Coheed and Cambria - The Great War

A broad incision sits across the evening

The victim to our fathers lost war

The restless children sit and mourn the graves

Of those they've never seen before

Will they be buried here among the dead?

In the silent secret

The pioneers

In dealing with it they march for dawn, of Will and worthy

The truth be told the child was born

Man your own jackhammer

Man your battle stations

We'll have you dead pretty soon

And now

Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine

Man your battle stations

We'll have you home pretty soon

And now

Awake through motion with curiosity to curtain your first move

Over arms length they'll break protocol

Jealous envy for the youngest one

To be the hero is all I'll ask

Can I be buried here among the dead?

With room to honor me here in the end

You'll be better off too soon

You'll be better off when you get home

....

For you,

I'd do anything just to make you happy, hear you tell me that you’re proud of me

For them,

I'll kill anything cut the throats of babies for them break their hearts for they were them

Waiting for you to say: I love you too

The navigator

The pilot

Her favorite

The one they call the vision that bears the gift

The one they call the vision that bears the gift

Will,

Do the children really understand the things you did to them?

And why oh why…

Should they conjure up the will for you my love I would kill him

we're coming home pretty soon

Coming home

In the seventh turning hour

Will the victims shadow fall?

Should the irony grow hungry?

With the victory and all they sought for

We were one among the fence

One among the fence

We're coming home

Man your own jackhammer

Man your battle stations

We'll have you dead pretty soon

And now

Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine

Man your battle stations

We'll have you home pretty soon

Tonight

Here we are Juggernaut

We were stupid, we got caught
But nothing matters anymore

So what?

Here we are, juggernaut,

Juggernaut

So let's hang us a hangman, we'll bury our burdens in blood

(Oh no) Oh so hang us a hangman, we'll bury our burdens in blood
Become stronger, juggernaut.

Rev 22:20

'Cause nobody ever survives

Prayin' to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer

Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike

She'll eat you alive

Off to the Races - Russ

My old man is a tough man but
He's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam

And he shows me, he knows me

Every inch of my tar black soul...

Pet - Joy & Val

Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window

Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child

I won't let the boogeyman come

Forty Six & 2 - Tool - The Spiral

I choose to live and to

Grow, take and give and to

Move, learn and love and to

Cry, kill and die and to

Be paranoid and to

Lie, hate and fear and to

Do what it takes to move through.

I choose to live and to

Lie, kill and give and to

Die, learn and love and to

Do what it takes to step through.

Metric - Black Sheep - Ex

Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when

Our common goal was waiting for the world to end

Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend

You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again

Send you my love on a wire

Lift you up, every time, everyone, ooh, pulls away, ooh

From you

Snowbird - Porcelain - Self

There's a place behind a tiny door

Where there are vines and even roses

I collect the thorns so you can feel again

And press them in your skin

And when we start to breath again rolling out

Spiralling down on this planet

The road's just swirling blue

Now you feel it like I do, like I do

Now you feel it like I do, like I do

I swear you stand so still your hands

And fingers made of porcelain and holding me

Frozen

Keep the Street Empty for Me

There is room in my lap
For bruises, asses, handclaps
I will never disappear
For forever, I'll be here

Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Morning, keep the streets empty for me

I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself

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