1. |
Make Us Holy
04:59
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I have never been the praying kind
When they always pushed me to believe
I could never be the praying kind
But they slather thick, their faith on me
I see through the delusion
It takes light to know the dark
But it takes those pitch black nights
To know that white ain’t what it’s faked to be
You say you’ve always been the forgiving type
Well isn’t judgement such a funny thing
Everybody knows you’re the damning kind
No surprise in your hypocrisy
We see through your delusion
It takes light to know the dark
But it takes those pitch black nights
To know that white ain’t what it’s faked to be
Our faith in something make believe
It doesn’t make us holy
How we shut down one another
That's what makes us feel so lonely
What comes after this life we’ve lived
We’ve got no business knowing
When the love dries up
How will we water seeds we’re sowing
We’ve got to rise about this hell
Now is the time, we’ve got to take it all
It takes light to know the dark
But it takes those pitch black nights
To know that white ain’t what it’s faked to be
It takes light to know the dark
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2. |
Wicked
04:18
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Whose side of the moon have you been creeping on?
You comin’ around has now caught me off guard
Is it only in my head?
Whose name to the moon have you been whispering?
Mysterious sounds from your lips, I’m spinning
Visions of you in soft white reverie
Delusions of red then slip in, I’m reeling
Is it only in my head?
You feel this magnetic vibration I’m feeling?
Are you only in my head?
Is this current under my skin only static?
An enigma
A mystery clouding me dreams, I’m so desperate to sleep
I’m flying, I’m falling
An enigma
I’m losing control, I can’t feel the ground under my feet
I’m flying, I’m sorry
Please give me a taste of this
Trying and dying for you
Say it’s fantasy but it’s so real to me
I may melt with your touch but I’m too scared to see...
That it’s only in my head
This enchanting vibration I’m feeling
Are you only in my head?
Your seductive wicked that I’m craving?
An enigma
A mystery clouding me dreams, I’m so desperate to sleep
I’m flying, I’m falling
An enigma
I’m losing control, I can’t feel the ground under my feet
I’m flying, I’m sorry
They call it a sin but I’d die for sensation
Of you
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3. |
Good Girls, Like You
04:42
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“You’ve got a lot to say...you’re only whispering,” said
“Speak up girl, we can’t hear a thing.”
You’ve got a lot of pain tucked away in me
Your projections are suffocating
Oh this again, oh yes, I know it well
They say “just play it safe, don’t crack their shell”
“Good girls, like you, don’t ever speak that way,
Just button up and play the game.
Just hush now, don’t look so ashamed.”
They say not to bite the hand that feeds
Your barking demands travel up the wrong tree
They say not to kill the heart that bleeds
Manipulation is not starting at me
“Ladies control their rage.” They say
“Don’t question a thing,
Ignorance offers you pure ecstacy.”
But I can feel the pain you try to bury in me
Your fear disguised as masculinity
Oh this again, you know I’ve played this game
They need to keep you small and so they say
“You know that things will never go your way
If you don’t shut your mouth, remember the shame…
But don’t look so afraid.”
They say not to bite the hand that feeds
Your barking demands travel up the wrong tree
They say not to kill the heart that bleeds
Manipulation is not starting at me
You can’t control us now
We’re finished playing your games
We won’t be silenced now
We’ll fight in spite of your name
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4. |
Chasing Ghosts
04:04
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So this is where we’ve come
Grey cement walls and bleached out lights
Chasing ghosts down the hall
Hoping a god will hear our cries
Am I just a waste of time?
We plead so desperate
Laying in beds rigid and cold
The tears evaporate
Our bodies turning hard as stone
Am I just a waste of time?
Am I just a waste of time?
‘Cause I...I’m not ready to die
And I won’t watch as you die
‘Cause you are not…
Not a waste of mine
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5. |
Messiah Complex
03:45
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Look at you just standing there; so unapologetic
This hatred that you bare; so abrasive, so pathetic
You love to destroy those
Who you fear will control you
You live to rip through
Anyone who looks right past you
How could a person be so callous and cruel as you?
Make your move...we’re watching you.
(You’ve said it all)
Oh you believe that you can jump above the law
So confident that everyone’s below you
You’ve crossed the line and now you think that you won’t fall
You better wise up kid, death is gonna find....
Death will find you
You cannot run from...
You cannot hide from…
Death will find you
So you think you are prepared; dogmatic, so abrasive
You better be aware of your discrimination
Your bible won’t help you
Everyone can see right through you
Your anger and pain
May open up those old wounds
Just lay your armor down; we’ve got those big guns too
Make your move...we’re watching you
(you’ve said it all)
Oh you believe that you can jump above the law
So confident that everyone’s below you
You’ve crossed the line and now you think that you won’t fall
You better wise up kid, death is gonna find
You can’t walk on water, you can’t avoid the fall
You cannot run, death is gonna find you
You can’t walk on water, you can’t avoid the fall
You cannot run, death is gonna find you
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