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− | ;[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v= | + | ;[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD4udA5C70c Snowbird - Porcelain] |
− | :: | + | ::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 |
− | :: | ||
− | ::The | ||
− | |||
− | :: | + | ::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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | ;[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXR99CDpifw In Keeping Secerts of Silent Earth 3-Coheed and Cambria] | ||
+ | |||
+ | ::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 | ||
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Revision as of 23:42, 17 March 2017
Overview |
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- 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
- 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