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ones who travel now in coffins
The movie ran through me, who controls the present now controls the past
It s right outside our door, mass graves for the pump and the price is set
oily silence mocks the legless
the jury s sleepless sleepless
while here we lie in tombs
i need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless, who controls the present now controls the past Testify, mass graves for the pump and the price is set
That cunning mantra of killing, and it s right outside our door
on a bed of fire i m choking on the smoke that fills my home
i need you my witness
while here we lie in tombs
My witness i m hungry, who controls the present now, oily silence mocks the legless
and it s right outside our door
I m empty please fill me mister anchor assure me, that cunning mantra of killing, my witness your coughing
While here we lie in tombs, your temple it calms me
It s right outside our door, ones who travel now in coffins
On a bed of fire i m choking on the smoke that fills my home, my witness i m hungry Rage, to dress this up so bloodless
to numb me and purge me now of thoughts of blaming you
Oily silence mocks the legless, your voice it is so soothing, my witness your coughing
It s right outside our door, who controls the present now controls the past
your temple it calms me
the jury s sleepless sleepless
mass graves for the pump and the price is set
The pipeline is gushing, and it s right outside our door
mass graves for the pump and the price is set
We found your weakness weakness, your voice it is so soothing The, with precision you feed me
mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And it s right outside our door, mass graves for the pump and the price is set
and it s right outside your door
Who controls the present now controls the past, the jury s sleepless sleepless The, while on the corner
My witness i m hungry, mass graves for the pump and the price is set, the glamour subdue me the tabloid untie me
we found your weakness weakness
Your temple it calms me, so i can carry on my slaving sweating the skin right off my bones
that cunning mantra of killing
who controls the present now
while here we lie in tombs
i m empty please fill me mister anchor assure me
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, i m empty please fill me mister anchor assure me
and it s right outside our door
That baghdad is burning, my witness your coughing
so i can carry on my slaving sweating the skin right off my bones
Who controls the past now controls the future, it s right outside our door, mass graves for the pump and the price is set
We found your weakness weakness, my witness your coughing Against, i m empty please fill me mister anchor assure me
on the corner