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The Coliseum

The Fall

The Light User Syndrome

1996

and the sentinels.
Their jokes are hum-drum.
The Colliseum. [X4]
Brown brass leading up to ionic columns.
Trust them.
Sometimes that is not enough
In the vast

they falling under me, I'm leading every column
Meter doing jumping jacks, I'm leaning on the pedal
So much steam left on the asphalt, they fiending

under me, I'm leading every column
Meter doing jumping jacks, I'm leaning on the pedal
So much steam left on the asphalt, they fiending to say hello

Pledging Fealty, get on your knees

Where do we go from here, tear down the columns, tear down the columns
Rebuild, replace, take tradition back from

inside.

Inside Rooms without walls.
Columns without ceilings to support.
The capitals shedding dead Acanthus leaves which descend in slow

motion to become

Destroyer

Parkway Drive

Ire

2015

Content to sleep in our chains
Seven trumpets sound their discourse, nine circles of our devise
Messages writ within our columns of fire
No life blooms

Between the lines of shadows and dust
A fluorescent beam of light emits from beyond
Pouring seething columns of distorted shapes

Oscillating

Issa, motherfuckin' Renaissance
I'm tearing down the walls and leading the charge declaring war
Yo, come bring the artillery
Shoot your shot son, but

to me
Thought it everyday things up there you won't believe
Debris on my plate you should eat it up
Lick it microwave, flash and clean it up 

Column

leading me to a nameless death
I got a feeling I got a feeling
Like the life I've lived is the life I've loved
I got a feeling I got a feeling
Like the life

down to my last buck
Should've listened to my girl and put some cash up
Car troubles came across a series leading bad luck
I'm still here if I ain't

Camera pans to the chemistry set
All minds are cold and ice is left
With a Judas plan
With a sense of risk vice comes to the columns of peace
With

to blossom,

In my column want to get to the bottom of the problems,

On a quest to discover the truth and back then,

I made youth of my use main weapon was

ensnared in their rhetoric
While they ‘bask in' a Carole and they care for the Jenners
But they're too scared to remember
The only ‘column' that's holding

Mirrors in hallways
Reflect parallel corridors
Leading to the mirror room
On the other side of the glass
Reversed tapestries
Contrary columns

dreams
CREAM is the motto, that's followed throughout these city streets
Had an influence on most, the kind, have blind leading the blind
Refined light

tradition
I'm a man on a mission like Clarence 13
Or the great Saladin leading the Mujahideen
Make moves like Kasparov
With a sawed-off and Molotov
Flows