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Human Kind
03:51
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I'm an energy converter
I'm an energy converter
I'm an energy converter
I'm an energy converter
I convert energy
I convert energy
I convert energy
I can convert energy.
If what you look for follows you
Then what you look for follows you.
If what you look for follows you
Then what you look for follows you.
I'll just look for follow through,
I'm just looking to follow too
What are you looking to follow, you?
What are you looking to follow you?
Ohm
I'm a menace and a murderer
I'm a menace and a murderer
I'm a menace and a murderer
and a genius and a saint
Now go run alert the enemy
run alert the enemy
run alert the enemy
a hundred men is ten of me.
If my enemies could hurt me
I'd be saying I had enemies
If my enemies could hurt me
Then a friend of me could.
Certainly, I'd be more dead than alive.
Begging death to call on me.
Begging it to crawl on me.
Begging it to swallow me.
Ohm.
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Honestly
02:35
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Honestly it's obvious to me where the greater test'll be; where I'm walking to not where I'm walking from. That's the way life's always seemed and somethings always calling me again. Apologies, gotta run. You don't have to call me later. Call me callous, call me cavalier, call me complicated, I'll just call you when I'm done. Bet your bait on Church and State that God don't need democracy so it'd just be hypocrisy, the way I see, and blasphemous to ask for such for my philosophy, but that's just honestly.
Now we can sit and joke about who's going down, who's going toe to toe with who, who's taking who to town and who's drawn lines in the dirt... enslaving all our pleasantries to symbols sparking memories and feelings and the memorabilia left by who left first - but I'd prefer to be less curt.
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First Sight of the Risen
02:23
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From the edge of the forest where I stood,
I could see the fields and the shadows darkness took.
Past the meadow by the brooke there was a man,
Bloody with a hole shot through each hand.
He was letting rusty lifes drip from his head,
Tendin to the linen for his bed.
Looked like a man, I'd remembered, I'd forgot.
Said, 'I might be inclined to have a talk'
Said, 'no matter how much red his eyes had saw,
He'd never let a drop spill off his flock.
He screamed....
and he spoke soft back to me...
said, "Son, forget all you been taught...
Hell I did, it's been the best thing I forgot...
...Go on forget I was here".
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4. |
the big alarm clock
02:59
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