1. |
The City Of Love
05:10
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if tonight is your night, then why are you ashamed of it?
in the cities coldest lights, give a name to it.
like a hole, we're sinking, drowning out of sight.
we'd do just about anything to see the light.
in the city of love
i'm the man you've been dreaming of
in that city of love
where the angels sing songs from above
every day and night
i can feel you there
it's coming
and i don't care
every day and night
i can see you there
waiting
you beg on your hands and your knees, for mercy
an extension maybe a break, some kind of release
well, in the city of love,
i have everything you're dreaming of
in the city of love
where depravity is only a shove
we will live just as we die, on assembly
in service of attention or machines, just to pay the fee
in the city of love,
where nothing can hold you up
in the city of love,
where you'll hold me but not tight enough
every day and night
i can feel you there
it's coming
and i don't care
every day and night
i can see you there
waiting
in the city of love,
i'm the man you've been dreaming of
in the city of love
where ascend shall God's chosen doves
in the city of love,
where your morals are not just enough
where in the city of love,
where you'll do anything, anything
to dream of
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2. |
Chimera
05:34
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3. |
Suffocate
04:24
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suffocating, under the surface strangled by my design
decisions, made long ago, hold me hostage, hold my life
picture, a new life, imagining the tide running high,
even now, so long into it, i can't imagining seeing the tide
thinking of
this heaven
gives me
meaning
aching, for purpose, for something that makes me
looking, for a concept, that would free me
thinking of
this heaven
gives me
meaning
the scene
resets
and nothing
changes
work, failure, it's what we all come to know
i wish i knew why nothing went as so
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4. |
Van Meter
04:23
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a gun is in my hand
a dot traced on my back
i'm swallowed in the sand
right here on foreign land
i will be a man
i will be the one
i will be a man
a gun is in my hand
right here on foreign land
swallowed in the sun
beaten on the ground
say these words i'm done
i will prove them wrong
i will be a man
i will do told
will of other men
i will not say no
i will not say no
i am in your room
standing by your bed
they have erased who i am
the gun is in my hand
pressed against the pane
staring out one last time
neverending pain
i will be a man
i will be a man
i was once a man
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5. |
Housefire
04:59
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A rapture of fire,
a rainfall of ash.
Formation of a V,
they see a hand, they flash.
A family of five,
now down to three,
failed to comply,
failed to get on their knees.
like a new Macedonia, the Empire's Fate.
like the skills of the Sumer,
at Ohio, Kent State.
like the sickness has spread and you know it's too late.
it burns on.
burns on.
Door-to-door delivery,
a phone call away,
our best men will show up,
they will make your day.
Don't need a tip,
I swear I'd do it for free,
in it for the love,
not the wages or fees.
The sickly stench of bodies,
pile up on the streets,
mobilize the units,
terrorize the family.
Speak it too loud,
don't get in your car,
ran off the road,
afraid that nobody saw.
like a new Macedonia, the Empire's Fate.
like the skills of the Sumer,
at Ohio, Kent State.
like the sickness has spread and you know it's too late.
it burns on.
burns on.
Running interference,
"just a botched raid."
saluting and applauding,
to justice paid.
Cover up your eyes,
and cover up your name,
can't do wrong,
if you feel no shame.
like a new Macedonia, the Empire's Fate.
like the skills of the Sumer,
at Ohio, Kent State.
like the sickness has spread and you know it's too late.
it burns on.
burns on.
like the song of the summer, the York Street Estate.
like the flooding of a city, like the levees will break.
like you are trying to run
but there is no escape
it burns on.
burns on.
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Visitor Information Omaha, Nebraska
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