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It’s time to cast the stone
To ring the martyrs’ bell
To take the long way home
Be it to heaven or to hell
It’s time to lift the veil
Time to break the vow
This time we will not fail
This time, we scorch the ground
(Chorus):
We will burn our cars on the French New Year
Set fire to our pasts and all our fears
All we’ve got is blood and time; this all disappears
But I’ll be by your side when the smoke has cleared
This life, it comes at a cost
With enough blame to go around
But we ain’t come to carry the cross
We’ve come to cut it down
(Chorus)
And we will not accept defeat
So let the walls fall down on me
Because as long as I’ve breath to breathe
You’ll hear me singing
(Chorus x2)
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Dark clouds cut through the sky
And night starts to bleed into day
You’re off down a one-way road
And all the signs say “Jesus Saves”
Where you come from is gone
You can’t go back
The train is taking off,
It’s tearing up the track
You tried to move on
But it called you back
It cannot be denied
It’s the blood that’s wise
Running away from what you don’t believe
Rantin’, raving that you are not clean
With a sharp tongue and jagged teeth
Shoutin’ “you reckon that you’ve been redeemed?”
With a tear in his throat
And the devil in his eyes
He’s preaching the Church of Jesus Christ without Christ
Tried to move on
But the blood inside
It cannot be denied
It’s the blood that’s wise
A martyr lying for the truth
A soldier dying in a preacher’s suit
His barbed-wire heart breaking before your eyes
He’s paying the price
For having blood that’s wise
He’s Haunted by a man
leaping from limb to limb
in the forest of his mind
he can no longer pretend
There’s no end in sight
No bottom to his eyes
He’s walking on rocks
toward a pin-prick of light
bleeding blood that’s wise
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When the water is rising
And the wolves are at your door
And you’re through with all the fighting
But you don’t believe no more
When you’ve knocked on all the gates
And you’ve stood in every line
But you cannot bear the weight
And your whole world is on the line
When your well has gone dry
And there’s no faith left in your cup
When the world has passed you by
And you feel like giving up
Just try to look me in the eye, now
Because you know I’ll call your bluff
When you say you’ve had enough
When the sun is hanging low
And this city gets so dark
And there’s nowhere you can go
And no fire coming from your spark
When your heart is caving in
And you fear you might be beat
When all your hard-won hope
Is giving way to defeat
Don’t you dare give in, now
Lay your troubles at my feet
I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough
No title or tide can deny
That four-alarm fire in your eyes
Keep the punches coming; I don’t mind
I’ll decide when I’ve had enough
Have you had enough?
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We’ve been best friends since we were kids
Since the days of dirty high tops and blacktop jungle gyms
Tell me, how has it come down to this
Are you somewhere lying low, or do you just not give a shit?
At the funeral I said “anything you need”
I’m sure I’ve let you down more than a time or two in between
Are you still “living in blasphemy?”
In your “linoleum exile,” do you ever think of me?
Do you remember me?
(Chorus):
How long has it been now since you’ve been going it alone?
The staying and the leaving, the living close to the bone
How long have you been watching your rearview mirror for the dawn
Would you be here now, even if you’d never gone?
We used to tell stories and bend the light
You’d say “A man’s past + his present = his place in life”
But you and I, we never did fight
Well, maybe a time or time or two; but, still something don’t feel right.
This don’t feel right.
(Chorus)
Taking your turn on the merry-go-round
You’d say, “In a circle, nothing’s lost, only waiting to be found”
But that was all so long ago now
Maybe all that’s gone before is finally coming around.
It’s coming around…
(Chorus)
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Holding it in
Losing your grip
Don’t want to give in
But you’re starting to slip
Done a damn-good job of keeping deep, dark…
Done a damn-good job of keeping deep, dark…
Done a damn-good job of keeping deep, dark secrets
This is the way that it went
The last consequence
So close to the end
Where to begin
Done a damn-good job of keeping deep, dark…
Done a damn-good job of keeping deep, dark…
Done a damn-good job of keeping deep, dark secrets
Searching the silence for reprieve
Then came the thrashing of limbs and the gnashing of teeth
Feel like I’m stranded in someone else’s fevered… dream
Done a damn-good job of keeping deep, dark…
Done a damn-good job of keeping deep, dark…
Done a damn-good job of keeping deep, dark secrets
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