The White Buffalo The Whistler
This time is different
It's not like the times before
I crossed my heart, that I won't kill no more
Jesus watch over me, keep my anger at home
You better bless these wicked hands, because they got a mind of they're own
Don't go down town
Devil whispers in my ear, "It's time for your curtain call"
So I dress myself on up with alcohol
Step aside, step aside -- let the whistler through
There really ain't no help at all for folks like me and you
Don't go downtown, Don't go downtown
Get your god damn hands out, don't you look at me
No one's dying here alone
Well I came to get it on
Let's get it on
This time is different
Not like the time before
I crossed my heart, that I won't kill no more
Disowned Inc. Serj Tankian
I can feel you far away,
your hesitation matching mine.
Sadness left me far away yea,
Your contemplation turn to wine
An old man stares at me
In mutual bizarre reverie
Laugh at thy neighbor
Pretend you are sane, just the same
You survived in vain
Laugh at thy neighbor
Pretend you are sane, just the same
You survived in vain
Time is the father of existence
Rhyme, the brother of resistance
Broken down by men in their crazy mind
Void is the mother of unknown distance
Will, the sister of persistence
Stripping under the elusive sky
The potion of devotion
Euphoric scriptures of the ocean
Laugh at they neighbour
Pretend you are sane just the same
You survived in vain
Time is the father of existence
Rhyme, brother of resistance
Broken down by men in their crazy mind
Void is the mother of unknown distance
Will, the sister of persistence
Stripping under the elusive sky
I felt so alone
'Til you came into my life
And stopped the pain
I felt so alone then you came into my life
And poured the rain
I feel so alone dressed in the dark silk clothing of your own distain
I feel so disowned since your children took our arms in your own name.
God name's different in every language
God name's different in every language
Bombs envision compulsive solution
Gods speak different in every language.
Bombs envision compulsive solution
God speaks different in every language.
Rise Eddie Vedder
Such is the way of the world
you can never know
Just where to pull all your faith
and how will it grow
Burning back holes in dark memories
Gonna rise up
Turning mistakes into gold
Such is the passage of time
Too fast to fold
And suddenly swallowed by signs
Low and behold
Gonna rise up
Find my direction magnetically
Gonna rise up
Throw down my ace in the hole
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