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We often take our hearts and hands to violence, we re on our hands and knees Corpus, from memory our hope won t fly with broken wings
We all live separate ways, and you won t feel a thing
You know we ve been waiting for this, from memory our hopes won t fly on broken angels wings
We re on our hands and knees, so offer up the warmth within, you know we ve been waiting for this
You only breathe when you re ordered to, hope won t live to sing again
You know we ve been waiting for this, we cut off our heads to see the light
In meditation and retrospect, our framework and spirit torn asunder
our framework and spirit torn asunder
Any time now we ll begin and you won t feel a thing, we blanket ourselves from understanding
So offer up the warmth within, produce the corpse
we cut off our heads to see the light
any time now we ll begin and you won t feel a thing
from memory our hopes won t fly on broken angels wings
We re on our hands and knees, you only breathe when you re ordered to
So offer up the warmth within, so offer up the warmth within
we are just living in torment
Any time now we ll begin and you won t feel a thing, any time now we ll begin and you won t feel a thing
That lends itself to hateful patterns, we often take our hearts and hands to violence, you only breathe when you re ordered to
You know we ve been waiting for this, we often take our hearts and hands to violence, you know we ve been waiting for this
when will the grip on us loosen
Self interested or too weak with remorse, produce the corpse, you only breathe when you re ordered to
We re on our hands and knees, we cut off our heads in condemnation, we cut off our heads in condemnation
self interested or too weak with remorse
When will the grip on us loosen, in meditation and retrospect
We all live separate ways, you know we ve been waiting for this Habeas, that lends itself to hateful patterns
You only breathe when you re ordered to, produce the corpse
you only breathe when you re ordered to
We re on our hands and knees, we often take our hearts and hands to violence
So offer up the warmth within, we are just living in torment
we cut off our heads in condemnation
we re on our hands and knees