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Reveille Album



1998
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You used to be someone I could trust
But all of that didn't last to long
I don't know what I can believe anymore
God, where the hell did we go wrong?
Your silence shatters my sense of hope
How could this happen? what did I miss?
My whole world's falling down around me
God, how could desert me at a time like this?
I'm not perfect, nobody's perfect
But what the fuck was I supposed to do?
I'm washing my hands, I'm cleansing my soul
Now all I had will die with you
So bury the good and let that shit rot
Cause if your only question's what's in it for me
Well then you might as well gouge out your own fucking eyes
For there are none so blind as those who will not see
Flesh for food and blood for wine
Because some scars don't heal with time
Because my scars won't heal with time
And all my love was left behind
Flesh for foond and blood for wine
But flesh and blood- never divine

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Don't hold my hand, don't tap my veins
I'm feeding you with you're desperate spoon
I'm blinded to the outside world
We're trapped inside your rotting womb
High upon your pedestal
Caught up in your own self greed
Where the heart is black, it's a thousand deaths
It's all about what you're gonna need

I don't want your greed
I don't need your greed

Don't hold me back, don't hold me down
What goes around always comes around
You're derogation keeps you up
The blood red caught a drench, apparent brown
Everything that was black and white had faded to gray
You have the whole world in your hands
King of the hill, you we're playing god
But now there's been a slight change of plans

High upon your pedestal
Caught up in your own self greed
Where the heart is black, it's a thousand deaths
It's all about what you're gonna need

You're playing god
Stop playing god

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These bare walls hold a familiar theme
In this my home and happy hell
The pain I've seen within this empty dream
Locked and barred inside myself
Caged and leashed and smothered in fear
So round and round the chamber spins
You can sink or swim in a sea of fears
But the walls keep closing in
In the aftertaste
No where to run and no where to hide
Disobey and it's the back of the fist


Raped and tourtered from the inside
With my dignity lost in every hit
Had to be something, I just had to be someone
But i'm overcome by my own self-doubt
Now where's my freedom, where's my life
Where's my god, where's my way out?
In the aftertaste
It's so dark inside- I can't breath inside
I can't move inside- now fade away

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Plastic, crying, still the pose
Communications cut, caskets closed
No one followed 'em, clench my fist, enough credit
A runaway set and i'm criminally poetic to this track
This lyrical hijack, knowledge free
Making endeavors, a path to ways of war
Rebellion underground, play real
I'll scream and i'll force a government debt
It's too much to resent, but instead of these shells
It's got me fired up, i'm tired than hell
So check you're source, i think a hearse went by
If we're not with them, we'll be the next to die

You can't judge a book by it's cover
Who will play? who will save?
You don't understand the difficult
When you're stored in an unmarked grave

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