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the tide 

I feel your grip firm on my shoulder 
But this fear in my head won't subside 
They patiently circle around us 
As we hold out 

Oh father,
where ever I roam
My heart will still go on

Swept away with the mortal tide
Along the holes in your soul
The son that so faithfully died
Left
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Peace
Piece by piece - slice by slice.
A strainless leash - Das Volk enticed-
The boiling frog
lonely
Back when you're lonely, back
When you're lonely, back

You don't own the sadness son
See the tide just comes in
Guilt is played on the violin
The antique people are down in the dungeons
Run by machines and afraid of the tax
Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes
Hauling
the knife that cuts apart
a nations soul a nations heart
a thousand tears my mother shed
sons and daughters have died and bled
i cannot forget their brave
And watch the shore by the rising tide now the whole world can see me
When they get foul that's when my style gets wild
I hang a man in front of a crowd
run,
We'll hide 

Try, to sleep, don't cry, just sleep, don't think,
Don't be sorry, don't feel sad I know how worried you are for your son -
He'll
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside

The cattle quietly grazing
feel at home

I remember the time I walked for seven hours
And thought about the people I had known for so long
All the castles I had built
world
And of all the things I could sing of,
Cannot express what's inside of me
The heart of your son is not so cold
It's never forgotten your love

Hold
I need to get away to another day or place in time
And find where reality can ease my mind
And shine on me like the sons of the earth
For what it's
underground like the rap genie
And watch the shore by the rising tide
Now the whole world can see me

When they get foul that's when my style gets wild
I
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell

One last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell

One last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing
the grace of the Father and death of the Son
I am the one who redeemed you 
By paying the highest price

I am grace and mercy, I am sacrifice
I am
That wasn't the way she was raised
She'd rather pass on this day than be a caste away
Getting hit by bare fists and leather whips
"May I feel no pain"
birth 
to man. 
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred 
bastard sons. 
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live