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Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street And in our beds, under the sheets They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck Next......
Lights out on Division St. and all the hate that rises through the cracks in the pavement, as the temperature falls. (giving it's way through......
This is a war we live. and the sides are drawn, sides are drawn. We're all wrapped up in fatigues and they wear us out,......
Splintered Peice of glass Fall in the sea gets cold Been trying so hard to look away form you We followed white lines to the......
With fists raised high in tightened hearts, The room explodes and now This blood is on your hands and There is no time for a......
We'll all look the same someday And even now the robot starts to think. I wonder what it dreams . The tide is high on......
Do you hear the jet plane yawning mile across the sky? Do you hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard, setting off the car......
In the veins of the ultraviolet light, the phosphorus is starting a fire Shooting up in the iodine; Its turning on (rupture) rupture the wall......
Tuesday wakes up silent And there aren't enough pills to sleep Cut it And then it cuts out like miswired shortwave radio It's over But......
this is what you see when you look in my direction and (contest in courses. draw this tide like ours.) this is how it feels......
Write the words back down inside: We have burned their villages And all the people in them died And we adopt their customs And everything......
Falling from the top floor your lungs fill like parachutes windows go rushing by. The people inside they're dressed for the funeral in black and......
Now it's time to wrap our fears in the night And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames After the things you......
war all of the time in the shadow of the new york skyline we grew up to fast falling apart like the ashes of american......