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Between the Lines
03:01
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You’ve got your hand on your hip
The stance of the west
Academy with honors
A cut above the rest
Polished so bright
It compliments the brass
Forcing their laws on you
Like grass growing through cement
You see it’s the thing
That fills the space inside your mind
Is replaced by the insurance of gun.
Better judged by twelve
Than carried out by six
A true violation of trust in humanity.
Defeat repeat
Paying with their life
Defeat repeat
The ones that you despise
Defeat repeat
Were the ones who won’t comply
Fuck No.
Red city skyline
Comparable to genocide
A poorly written metaphor
Read between the lines
Engraved in stone
Buried beneath the earths floor
An oath you swore
Protect and serve not declare war
You see it’s the thing
That fills the space inside your mind is replaced by the insurance of a gun.
Better judged by twelve
Than carried out by six
A true violation of trust in humanity.
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2. |
Fell From the Sun
01:55
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Stop.
You’ll never let it go.
Holding onto life so dear.
You’re grasping out of fear.
Hold back that frown.
Your jewel encrusted crown.
Served more purpose than you ever could.
Fell from the sun
Scaling a tower meant for one.
Fell from the sun
Scaling a tower meant for one.
Your fall from grace.
Set to brace impact below.
Playing my hand at god.
Pushing you faster to the ground.
Fell from the sun x4
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Nothing really matters.
Yet we act like we care.
Answers aren’t heard loud enough.
You sit and you stare.
Glued to your TV screens, mindlessly sold.
Solutions have society lined in a row.
Those apertures for eyes, watching the world plea.
Generation that’s falling, own nothing we see.
Modern day view, from the new low.
Times dragging on and it’s taking too slow.
Is the reality, your insecurity.
So unaware of its dangerous flaws.
Nobody sleeps, nobody dreams.
Slowly your life becomes obsolete.
Feel the pressure? Feel the heat?
The motive to move stands between you and me.
You're running out of time.
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4. |
Half Past Nine
03:08
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I try to find a peace of mind
The life I’ve come to know.
One that seems to get me by
A tendency I loathe.
Always something, never nothing
Buy out some time.
Same cast, old friends, that’s fine.
Hour, half past nine.
Mind, growing older
Time, nearly over.
Mind, growing older
Time, nearly over.
I’ll be better off alone.
Four walls can turn a man to stone.
Inside this place that you call home.
Four walls can turn a man to stone.
Surrounded by my own self doubt.
I carry the weight.
This barrack can’t fight fear forever.
I’m holding the gate.
Procrastinate the life at stake.
Your personal hell.
The room ticks on borrowed time.
Hour, half past nine.
Mind, growing older
Time, nearly over.
Mind, growing older
Time, nearly over.
My mind is growing older
With time nearing over.
My mind is growing older
With time nearing over.
Four walls can turn a man to stone.
Life spent withdrawn
The damage has been done.
Life spent withdrawn
The damage has been done
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Commodity Birmingham, Alabama
English - Guitar
Tommy - Bass
Troy - Drums
Seth - Vocals
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