Lyrics:
this memory do just fine
Pick all of the pieces of the puzzle off the soil
And sing what you learned by the starlight
We hid from the roaring
1968, A year of unrest
Fist in the air, a nation to the test
Not much has changed, we’re still against the wall,
They’ve got us by the throat
attackers
Masking as baits,
Distracting ourselves, and
Playing the dumb, innocent prey
Is what seems the most accurate
No, what we agreed on
Was by far
Do you think about me
When your by yourself
You're so bad
Like why are you so bad
I'd probably give everything that I have
It's go time if you
up and wove by Maria in El Salvador.
That organic food from natural soil grown with Panama orange oil.
Aunt Becky can open wine with a corkscrew from
Son of the soil
I was cursed by the sins
Of Fathers before
Always living in pain
You sent your son to come break
All the chains
Now I will sing
tried And true, author finisher, your faith, crafted by the creator, we the master craft
Oh no, recanting or supplanting, planting good seed, good soil
to my call
The deal is sealed with my soul
Evoke a demon by its name
c soul exchanged to ease the pain
I leave my old form in the past
I will be free now
back down by weeds
Their seeds deemed undesirable, scattered
Planted in infertile soil spoiling any opportunity to exceed what they're perceived to be
what you know you can't eat
Whatever you sowed from the seeds of apathy
Every grain owed to your different whims of voracity
Grown in soil tilled by
Way down below
Forgotten and ignored
By our neon leaders
Our souls have run dry
Now left to die in the undercity
We dwell in the shadows, waiting,
I'm awakened by raindrops, I'm struck by your missing presence
I'm stirred from my dreams by this tumescent and aching need
Your deep misty warmth is
who bears light exists in the deepest shadow
My whole life I've been invested
Master this weapon
Invincible under the Heavens
By any means
A blood
Whats Left?
Death To The Father That Couldn't Feed Me,
Teach Me That Bats To The Bone Wouldn't Solve My Needs See,
The Seeds Feed The Soil That
Look at the trees by the river
yielding green leaves and ripe fruit,
watered by streams of abundance
in fertile soil taking root.
This is the way
Than planting a bad seed
On fertile soil,
Foiled in turmoil
Already tainted
By the victor's spoil
And history written
By the so-called winners
Who got
a soul or creature survives
Will they from ashes arise?
Or have they reached a afterlife?
As drills bury themselves in soil
Life flashes by like a bolt
harmony that preserves all we have
Awaken once the scales tip into our laps
Burning down our comforting guards
As they dive into ancient soil revealed by
Look at the trees by the river
yielding green leaves and ripe fruit,
watered by streams of abundance
in fertile soil taking root.
This is the way
as the corpses break the soil
Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead
The dead a-wake; what the populace is fearing
Panic strikes as the nations run in fear
as the corpses break the soil
Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead
The dead awake, what the populace is fearing
Panic strikes as the nations run in fear
South of the world
Can't control my urge
Rule my urge
Can't control my urge
Ruled by urge
Between the shacks and arid soil
The concrete jungle
[Lyrics by Thomas Karlsson]
[Music by Christofer Johnsson]
Eros and Thanatos are brances on the same old tree
Rooted in the soil of shadow
This is a tale long to live but alas so short to tell by the wind and by time,
By everything that flees
A torment of my liking, exploring extremes
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