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And the clock on the wall digs a grave for us all
As it steals from our lives, we blink and it's gone
See the screen and the crawl, watch the world turn to war
But I'm safe in this hole, if I do what I'm told
I need relief from this grief
I see signs bleed on the street
At times I dream of a past not my own
And the scenes play out fast, as I watch them unfold
The P.O.V. that I see within the screen
The mirror's reflection looking back resembles me
Though I know when I wake I will let go
Of the sights that I've seen and the feeling of control
In passing glances, instinct begs us...
Take some chances, gain some answers
So I'm told that our future's bought and sold
As you read between the leads through a veiled confessional
In weeks I sleep, sharing verse with quiet walls
And they days that I dream, a response I can't recall
Though I know when I wake I will let go
Of the sights that I have seen and the feeling of control
In passing glances, instinct begs us...
Take some chances, gain some answers
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Lo' The Wicked
07:43
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Doubt the first, while the second-hand bought the curse
I've been dreaming of former days' verse
Get to my feet, gaze at the window
What could it be that beckons me there so awfully?
How this came to be?
Oh we, have never been so far from offering
A premonition to a happening
Brethren, arms retreating in Birmingham
Oh the wind in our lungs again
I just needed to understand
Oh I've seen, too, one, too, too, too many things
Oh the reason I long to be
Lo' the wicked
Lo' the wicked
Aah, aah... aah, aah
Third the task, while the neighbor's dreaming in maths
I'm believing in former days' past
Digging a grave, routine by routine
Fading away, deep in the blue screen
I can't stay, serving out the day
Oh we, have just interrupted your regularly
Scheduled program for emergency
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Rapture For Sale
05:22
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You cry... cry for revolution
But you don't know how much it takes
Oh, it's tight-rope walking the fine line
No safety-nets in place
There are no mistakes to make
Returning favors, hammer driving nail
So save your savior, rapture's not for sale
You're slaves for labor, serving our betrayal
Betrayal...
Your ideals are candidates
Dressed in wolves-clothing they operate
Oh it's murder, mayhem, and extremes
For the benefit of regimes
It is not quite what it seems
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The Debate
04:11
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I heard the debate, coming through my window pane
Cars and planes, burn around my pillow case
In this space, all the fallacies you've held onto proclaim you're the blame
From the farthest darkest back-room
I've heard the debate, screaming through my window pane
Bars and chains, circumvent our real-estate
Oh they take, until all the walls you've held onto proclaim you're the blame
From the farthest darkest back-room
All the things they talk about
All the things they heard about
All the things they never knew... never knew
Calling out for you
Oh, say...
Wake, wake him up
Wake, wake him up
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As The Ground Gives Way
07:10
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Looking at the ceiling, staring at the wall
Senseless guilty feeling tearing me apart
Searching for a meaning, the ones responsible
Eventually believing everyone's involved
Aah... aah...
Sacrifice and bleeding, we don't talk at all
Empty and defeated, we don't want to call
When the fall brings you back
They take before we act
Speaking through the silence, feeling for the pulse
Witnessing the violence, ignoring the results
Waiting for some guidance, mindless to a fault
Brothers there to hide us and keep us in the dark
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Radio Psalms
06:09
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Cast their bones to sleep
Our dissidents have locked their doors with keys that I have made
They won't betray the words we speak
For heavy is our hand upon the street
Oh could it be, they don't believe in me?
For all the things you've veiled in books
A vain, bright light displays, "you're so great"
Have all your plans been undertook?
The greatest con a rook
Ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave
Leveraging their bones for willingness to work in factory-homes
Eat, sleep, produce
They've tied the noose around their throats
And now they're left to swing from sovereign rope
Not spun from twine, but naive piece of mind
For all the things you've veiled in books
A vain, bright light displays, "you're so great"
Have all your plans been undertook?
Your greatest con a rook
Ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave
Casting stones and broken bones outside us on the street
Long before these radio psalms lulled us all to sleep
Let's raise a toast to all these ghosts we've passed along the beat
There's landmines down on Broadway and I can barely sleep
Ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave... ready the brave
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Ours Is Sacrosanct
11:02
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Once you carried me through
As I held to words as the truth
And we made due, all that we knew
Then I lost you, carry me through... as you do
(Aah... everything's coming up roses)
Tell me the truth, please make me understand
(Aah... everything's coming up roses)
All that I do, I do it for you
It's part of the master plan
When I carried you through
In the place you thought that you knew
And you played to all of the rules
Then I tried to carry you through... like I do
(Aah... everything's coming up roses)
Tell them the truth, they just won't understand
(Aah... everything's coming up roses)
All that we do, we do it for you
It's part of the master plan
I went down to the docks that day
Through the path in the park where the children play
Sitting on the edge as my legs would sway
On that day, I watched the ground give way
Ours is... ours is... ours is... ours is
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A-Bombs And Napalm
05:23
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Heavy when the walls cave in
Heavy when the walls cave in
Your past, your past
An intermission cast, as you feign through the looking-glass
Everybody knows
Equilibrium has reached its per diem
A-bombs and napalm, but I don't believe 'em
Hey, it's the longest day
It's the longest day of our lives
Hey, it's the longest day
It's the longest day of our lives
Clock ticking more, there's a hand on the 'four'
A knock at the door, a cold, cold reminder
A scene from before, I recall wanting more
The stocks hit the floor, for the poor, poor believers
Cold, cold betrayal
Lift the veil, from our eyes
It's the longest day
It's the longest day of our lifetime
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Stockholm Sundown
06:42
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They tend to killing-fields
Pulling strings like puppeteers, as their world begins
They cater to our fears, they've done it now for years
Paid penance for our lives
They orchestrate in mirrors
Intimidation stay concealed, the veil is wearing thin
I've seen salvation near, I've worked it out from here
Deliverance for our minds
Carry the weight, carry the weight
Curse the candidate
We'll carry the weight, carry the weight
Carry the weight, carry the weight
Let the sovereign sway
We'll carry the weight, carry the weight
We've analyzed the cost
Uninformed and tempest-tossed, we're the next of kin
I've seen the back of the book, these answers, familiar, look
I've known them the whole time
Aah, aah... aah, aah... aah, aah... aah, aah...
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Sleep, ringing in my ear-drums with its calm and deceit
We've dreamt this one before
Knocking on the brass of every Fleet Street door
'Til they've cut off our engines
They've torn apart, every waking hour spent in parking lots
Forged the coldest shackles of our cul-de-sacs
Ooh... the landmines on Broadway are keeping us awake
Fate, dog-earing the pages so these thoughts won't escape
We've read this one before
Authored by the ghosts our recklessness implored
Oh we dare to repeat this
In times of war and pain
They never drew your name
They never drew your name
We never drew your name
Although we are the same
Ooh... aah...
Ooh... the landmines on Broadway are keeping us awake
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With the release of their fourth self-produced album, "To Suffer Fools Gladly", The Random Theory are reaching a new pinnacle of their distinct sound and performance. Reflecting on the effects of countless musical influences, deep in the world of conceptual albums, their sound is defined. Rooted in constraint, surrounded by gain, their performances are precise and complete. ... more
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