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"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time

Four Winds

Bright Eyes

Four Winds

2007

decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where

A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical

presuppositions
For all movements of Thy Hand are by their very nature Just
Each and every terror of this world is the Will of Jehovah
And thus is Righteous

We, in

calloused heart
Not sure what song it takes
To heal my existential angst,
A melody to remedy
The clashing dissonance life makes

This song goes by so fast
But

can I ever hope to find my way
In the darkness engulfing my mind
Where is the life I gave you
Piece by piece you threw it all away
And now I'm strung up

of Carolina
Cotton and coal, oh it's cotton and coal
It's what's in my blood, it's what's in my soul
It runs in my veins and in my bloodlines
Yea, are you proud

It’s cold down in the basement that i’m renting for the time 
Streets outside are quiet, three more hours ‘til the grind 
When alarms will sound in

For thousands of years
We've ruled this land with an iron fist and calloused hands
But now a shadow looms over our perfect breed
Born from the tears

White powder, mayo spread get the toast
Dope daddy bring the mink for the snow
Push them T's but I get it by the O's
You been blessed by the sick

calloused hearts design
God is dead in all mankind

Once cast down, despised, and spat upon
Now robed in righteous fury, the pain in me is gone
Lifted up, by

sensations 
Who knows what’s real
Calloused reflections 
Will always heal
In burning nations 
These ambers reel

Hey, you, compass 
Show me some thrills

Just

Every time I take a hit
Will not fall, I'll walk with it
Keep on moving, thick and thin
Titans gain their strength within
Every time I take a hit

Unretrofied

The Dillinger Escape Plan

Miss Machine

2004

it
In the end just save it
For a new song and leave dead

In the end time is wasted
In the end wood paneled wagon
Carpool dragons
Killing me again

Now

every day

I love music
I love making it
I love the bands that I used to play drums along with in the basement
Blistered palms and calloused fingertips

Wake up at dawn
Go running for miles
It was rinse and repeat as I calloused my feet
Back in high school
I know I was young
But I grew up a lot since

day by
Day by day by day by day by day by day by

So ragga muffin junior gong with a next element
You keep the vibes in a the music make so

the souls
Who cried out in despair to the brave
Fireman

He climbed the creepy walls
Of that place of pain
Using his calloused hands
Moaning and gasping for

Locked in a swarm of hands they held up to our ears
Calloused with fear and afraid to trade power for peace
Within a system that feeds their deceit

To block out all this love
So I'd better settle in
Emptiness is made by calloused men
With cold hearts

salvation but salvation isn't what they preach
Succumb to this venomous cycle
Brought down by the calloused hand of man
Frothing at the mouth for justice
My

I can't breathe, I get a little bit
It just hurts, I get so brittled by it
I'll hold off, I'll get remittal from the
I'll sequester for a little more

Suffocated by apathy
We beg death to take us
We won't survive another day

There will be no survivors
For there is no love in this place
The hatred of mankind

she's unaware of the human condition
The wind in her hair
Her blue-eyed stare
It's her very own ammunition

She's slipping just like sand
Right

House is playing with my money while the sick are getting sicker
Sick of Sittin in the cold worn calloused and broke
circus is thick with the thieves