Cover di Redeemer

Redeemer
Album - 12 settembre 2006 - Debaser id 355282

di Norma Jean

Return to sender, I've fallen off the hint of suggestion
Unlearning the strange devices of the world
Is this the end of the earth. Or something like it
The great, the great universal coma has arrived

We are holding our hands towards the sun
Sit down, Come on sit down
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town

Return to sender, Carried straight from the womb to the grave
Your eyes have been paled to emptiness
All things have been carved out by the unceasing haunts of this
The Great Manipulator

The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun
Has become empty and automatic
Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town

You've given us user friendly grenades,
Just what are you trying to say?

Just what are you trying to say? (8x)

The holding of our hands upwards and around the eclipsing sun
Has become empty and automatic
Sit down, Sit down, Come on sit down

Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town
Il tuo voto:
We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards

We're just killing onward, today
And put that knife away!

My first thought, a dragon
My first thought, a dragon

Two contending marches

And put that knife away!

She'll sting you to death
Like a swarm of hornets
From the hive
Endlessly I drift
Into this distraction
Sign my name to shame
Press hard, there are three copies

You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave

We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards

We're just killing onward, today
Put that knife away!
And put that knife away!

Making progress like that of a dead man
Constant last words, the last word.
The last words.
Il tuo voto:
We’ll be legends
We are smashed men, still moving
We've tried everything in the book
No stranger to failure, death with a steady heartbeat
Scratching into any surface it wants
Joy and beauty rejected so many times
A world of hurt, a heart of false hope

And while we thought that we were learning how to live
We have been learning how to die
I should have known, we will be legends

Our hopes and dreams, our worst nightmares
Our worst nightmares have now come true
Tonight when this deep sleep falls on men
Driven by an instinct more powerful than life itself
From horror to hope, from hope and devastation

And while we thought that we were learning how to live
We have been learning how to die
I should have known, we will be legends

Overfed and unconcerned
It came with teeth and claw
Oh, hated form of emotion
You have become so obvious
My friend, the fatal habit of being myself

Ok, there's hope, step down with all your friends
Il tuo voto:
I don't care what you said
I won't sink in the flood
But I listen to every noise
That you make and make sense of what you say
And I take note to every sound

We're not the same again
Don't you dare insinuate me

You don't care what you create
You can't swim in this flood
And you'll swallow with every wave
That comes by and take, take what you need
You'll still swallow with every tide

We're not the same again
Don't you dare insinuate me
To hell with that!
Il tuo voto:
There will be no more color
Broken I stand here
A new creation
On the stage of history
Where map and compass
Mean nothing at all
The arrows are in me
My spirit drinks poison
I joined the avalanche
Just to feel alive

I remember sitting in
My mothers room
And I watched them cry
We're not supposed to be here
Tonight I will sleep on the floor
Oh, such weight

All colors rushing back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
We're ruined here

There are strangers
In my house
Tripping over
Themselves to
White wash this
Disaster
I am young but
I'm not blind

All colors rushing back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
We're ruined here

The Voice of Heaven
Speaks with time
A new understanding
Dedication
This will never fade
I guess the body
Means nothing, means nothing at all

Broken and unbroken

All colors rushing back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
We're ruined here
Il tuo voto:
Wake Up.
No Passenger,
No Parasite
Il tuo voto:
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