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THE AIRBORNE TOXIC EVENT lyrics - All At Once

The Kids Are Ready To Die

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All these inanimate places feel like they're changing. And the kids all lined up on the wall look like they're ready to die. These forms they're sending me, it's like they just rearrange them. We were caged up like animals questioned and ready to cry! 'Cause I was just 13 when I got my first taste of danger. Standing by the church, I had a bottle and a pen in my hand. Oh I said, "Father, I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do with this anger. And this behavior is correctable. I know this wasn't part of your plan." Oh but punks like us, we were always receiving instruction. And you could burn our clothes, you could wash out the ink and the dye. But you can't look me in the eye and say you don't feel like a little destruction. And the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die. And the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die. All these days just seem like they're getting longer. The view from my room is a gloomy and overcast grey. The weakness we left behind seems to be getting stronger. I swear there's something in the air, and I don't know what anyone could say. 'Cause I saw it in the news this morning, there was another Boy by the side of the road, he had a gun in his hand. And I thought "Well what could you say to make it ever make sense to his mother? 'Oh ma'am, he was excitable, we were just trying to make him a man.'" But the day will come when it falls like a cheap house of plastic. And the cards that were dealt, will be tossed like a storm in the sky. 'Cause you can only lie for so long before you get something drastic. And the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die. And the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die.

The Killing Hand

DREAM THEATER "When Dream And Day Unite"
- John Petrucci I. The Observance An Angel's kiss now fallen Descending scarlet cuts the sky Faded names left on the wall Honor the fighting leave life to die Remembered is the sacrifice but No praisal of blood still flowing Who were the leaders? what controlled the Killing Hand that caused this mourning? Crossing over... II. Ancient Renewal Lowered deep into the sea Being awaits to cleanse his soul senses weakening time is still Motionless by stiffening cold The wheels race back and Scorch his mind Traveling all to find the land Revelation warms a touch And now, he will begin to Understand III. The Stray Seed Extended a view to yesterday Manifestation for none the same Walking amidst a frightening still No sound, no smoke, no scorching Flames He is risen... Sipping his poison the raven sings Yet another to add more bodies fallen King from below this one controls the Killing Hand that caused this mourning. Is it all over? Is it all over? IV. Thorns Evil genius this secret plan Mercy dealt with the losing hand Will he ever fall? Can he end it all? Our savior must make his stand. Only a Prophet of years to come Wanting mortality I'm all alone He heard my voice It was my choice I've stopped the Killing Hand. V. Exodus When I go back again Will it be the same? I've stopped the cries But now they know my name The sea is calling me my spirit must return As I get closer, was it really worth what I have learned? I'm in the valley And the saddened chimes I hear Race toward the wall to find one more name appears. No one is left now my one and only land I laugh at what I've done I am the Killing Hand.

Sorry Bro

ANDREW JACKSON JIHAD "Knife Man"
15 songs, 15 shows, 15 sucking at your tit. How does it feel to live here? How does it feel to leave here? 15 notes, 15, 15 dogs chewin' on your throat. How does it feel to come home? I wish you had a home. And you've got nothing I want but something I need. You've got the elegance and the ability to breathe. Traffic report: 15 dead. A head on collision, at least thats what I thought I had read. We're the kids in America, whoa oh. We're the kids in America, whoa oh. 15 days, you're back on track with 15 ounces cut out of your fucking back. How does it feel to be you? I do not envy you, dude. And you've got nothing I like but something I love. The charm and the skills to rise above. You know how to be loved. And you're as clean as a broke dick. I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. You've got nothing I hate but got something I loath. You still walk around letting other people pick out your clothes. And they will tell you when to go, they'll tell you who to know. And they will tell you when to stop. And then you'll stop.

Build A Wall

ART OF DYING "Art Of Dying"
Build a wall from me Your words are mortar and limestone One wall’s okay You’re still easy to find Put up a second wall Corner yourself and hide I can come around meet you on the other side Tell me how how does it finally feel to be free Tell me how with those beautiful eyes you can’t see put up a third wall and watch the ocean roll in I’m a note in a bottle The tide will wash me in Put up a final wall Lock me out of your life I’m coming over top I will scale, I will climb I will climb Tell me how how does it finally feel to be free Tell me how with those beautiful eyes you can’t see I’m an ocean of will in a desert of truth Not one wall stands in front of me With both arms I reach out to you But you seal the top with stone lock me out for good all you’ve really done is locked yourself in You are buried alive Tell me how how does it finally feel to be free Tell me how with those beautiful eyes you can’t see

We Can't Make It Here

JAMES MCMURTRY "Childish Things"
Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign Sitting there by the left turn line Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze One leg missing, both hands free No one's paying much mind to him The V.A. budget's stretched so thin And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war We can't make it here anymore That big ol' building was the textile mill It fed our kids and it paid our bills But they turned us out and they closed the doors We can't make it here anymore See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock They're just gonna set there till they rot 'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack Just busted concrete and rusted tracks Empty storefronts around the square There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score We can't make it here anymore The bar's still open but man it's slow The tip jar's light and the register's low The bartender don't have much to say The regular crowd gets thinner each day Some have maxed out all their credit cards Some are working two jobs and living in cars Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO See how far 5.15 an hour will go Take a part time job at one of your stores Bet you can't make it here anymore High school girl with a bourgeois dream Just like the pictures in the magazine She found on the floor of the laundromat A woman with kids can forget all that If she comes up pregnant what'll she do Forget the career, forget about school Can she live on faith? live on hope? High on Jesus or hooked on dope When it's way too late to just say no You can't make it here anymore Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store Just like the ones we made before 'Cept this one came from Singapore I guess we can't make it here anymore Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today No I hate the men sent the jobs away I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams All lily white and squeaky clean They've never known want, they'll never know need Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed Their kids won't bleed in the damn little war And we can't make it here anymore Will work for food Will die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake Let 'em eat shit, whatever it takes They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps If they can't make it here anymore And that's how it is That's what we got If the president wants to admit it or not You can read it in the paper Read it on the wall Hear it on the wind If you're listening at all Get out of that limo Look us in the eye Call us on the cell phone Tell us all why In Dayton, Ohio Or Portland, Maine Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains That's done closed down along with the school And the hospital and the swimming pool Dust devils dance in the noonday heat There's rats in the alley And trash in the street Gang graffiti on a boxcar door We can't make it here anymore

Lying

AMY MEREDITH "Restless"
I woke up again last night, You smell of him, do we need to call the doctor I don't know where you've been Was it worth it, was it worth it Sit tight, this might Be the first time that I caught you out You got to think twice, this might, Be the last time that I call you by your name I know your lying to me, Cause your palms start to sweat And your knees are getting heavy Eyes closed, Your lying to me when your heart starts to race, And your feet are getting ready Your fumbling for the phone on the wall There's nobody left to call Cause there's no one out there It's hard to believe that no one can see the writing on the wall I woke up again last night. Let the party begin And we'll live happily ever after I'm making you wait outside Cause I'm worth it yeah I'm worth it Dressed to impress now Looking your best And you wanna get away from me But you're obsessed with the sex girl Should I confess that you never got the best from me I know your lying to me, Cause your palms start to sweat And your knees are getting heavy Eyes closed, Your lying to me when your heart starts to race, And your feet are getting ready Your fumbling for the phone on the wall There's nobody left to call There's no one out there It's hard to believe that no one can see the writing on the wall Don't stop now you're ready to go We're at the best part of the show Turn the lights out it's over. The nights just about to explode I know your lying to me, Cause your palms start to sweat And your knees are getting heavy Eyes closed, Your lying to me when your heart starts to race, And your feet are getting ready Your fumbling for the phone on the wall There's nobody left to call There's no one out there It's hard to believe that no one can see the writing on the wall Don't stop now don't stop now Turn the lights out it's over. The nights just about to explode

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