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The moral majority knows
Nothing of what it is to be free
Now if we examine the modern ways of thinking
Then perhaps we could see
The mistakes we are making

The standard way of life
Is not better now than it used to be

Sometimes we can see the skylines rise above these fields of sinking stones,
Crawling away from the sun again.
Feels like forever since this all began,
And these prayers of mine are lost in this house of sand.
And we float away like the ghosts over Japan.

And they float away like the wind, like the wind.
And will you stay with me, or will you leave me?

Cleanse this fallen angel with open arms
We will not see the same sunset again
I know that this is ending
A life long dream I had
To keep you alive
Walking with your hands around my throat
Realize that everyone is against you
Walking with hands around my throat

THE VERSE: An angry and destructive race, led by a sire brandishing a crisp new
letter giving heed to your ever-present doom. This troubles me greatly. You are
a separate entity...a life where there was no life... through your destruction
he can live on. He has destroyed everything he has promised you... Why would he
destroy you, those who he has created in his image? Calm your storms, ease the
tides, walk fast over breaking ground and give heed to the parting
skies...

HUFFNER:]
A blitzkrieg of grey swarms my senses, while I sit doing my duty...
As this belt speeds by carrying the bodies of those young past...
I can see them pulling the last bag from the boat...
It seems ripped from its journey, human dust spills everywhere clogging my lungs.
It's hard to breathe and this cloud speaks to me of memories gone cold...
One more bag before the five o'clock bell... This cloud it speaks to me of your end...
These bags could be anyone, they could be me or they could be you.

Are you feeling well?
And are you alone, in the house we called our home
I'm still waiting here, lost and without a care.
The further you run, the closer you are to me.
Well, I'm still waiting here
Arms wide and wearing thin

You must be blinded by your own eyes