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the rocks
And the debris molded into artwork by the currents
We may begin solemn
Standing on that shore
And glance back at footprints left in the sand

He's just a man
Working hard to make a living
With calloused hands
Pickin' a guitar and singing
His latest song that no one appreciates
When things

disagreements 
Cut me up, please add more scars
Until I'm calloused 
Until I've wrapped myself in my own casket and then 
Peel me as I proceed to bleed 

Then

You feeling crucified 
Tripping on shoes untied 
And now you pleading and begging 
You're feeling loose sometimes
Back on the juice in time 
Flush out

Never losing faith in the soil he tends,
Harvesting joy as each season ends,
With calloused hands and a heart so pure,
He knows hard work is the only

can tase
In due time I'll probably fight me a fucking case And walk like Johnny Cochran smirk up on my fucking face
Gucci suit tailor made sentence

Through the cracks in the air of time
Oh, why?
Why’d I go alone?

I dreamed of that ocean night after night 
Now all I see is mirrored ice
Fathoms below

We begin this calloused journey that was doomed from the start
The leagues in between us aiming for our hearts
We must act fast the walls are

Psychopathic needs of intervention
Keep calloused hands, crawling, in your general direction
Psychopathic appeals for attention
It hurts when I'm

Hella faded, Mary in the cellophane
I'm celebrated
By my self just for being alive
I made it out the matrix
You can't deny this nation was
Build

the street
Read the same
An endless road to goddamn nowhere
Weak knees fueled by lucid dreams
Praying to a god who never believed in me
Weak knees fueled by

this humble journey, there's so much to learn.

[Verse 2]
In the fields we toil, with calloused hands,
Harvesting dreams from the fertile lands.
No

His big heart was breakin'
He turned to the woman and said

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille
With four hungry children
And a crop in the field

seem to crawl
Too much suffering for me to hold
An aching pain
A calloused soul
Another failed attempt to end it all
In this time where death may die
I

on the shelf
Can't even shed a tear
Mad at myself
The devil whispering in my ear
I'm calloused to the pain, comes in waves
Wish I was able to flip a switch

Still trying, I'm still trying Still trying, I'm still trying
Fail most the time, but I'm still trying I'm still trying
Wanna give up all the time

A throne of thorns hidden in a masterpiece
Unwanted by the common thief, they never say please
Calloused by, by the hardest hand I've thrown
Don't

Trapped in mental isolation 
Calloused thick by life's abrasion 
Is there relief in obliteration
I only run 
Self preservation

I drive
Eat away

of my own volition.
I need grief to feel like I'm in control
Cold steel ushers me out to the killing fields

Everything burns, eaten by worms
Old for my

the trash heap to a fortune's embrace,
A symphony of success, in this unlikely space.

(Verse 2)
With calloused hands, he sifted through,
Discarded dreams

Anxiety

Angels & Airwaves

Love Album, Pts. 1-2

2011

Anxiety, don't pressure us

Faster, I dream in speeds of ashes
My heart it beats and crashes
I'm running from the truth
Cause it fucks with my

Unretrofied

Tomandandy

The Hills Have Eyes 2

2007

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

And everything glows in the moonlight
What one hand hides is what the other is bound to find
I'll pick apart the people that you lay by
Give you another reason

cnything to feel or justify his malice
He tried it as the king but fuck it, fiend of the palace, sounds good
Hands calloused, from necks ringin', chiming in