Fight priest, Fight.
Take pictures and make "alright"
What you have lost,
Give pride back to the ground.
You got "all you want."
But youve got a wreck.
Everyone in this whole wide world.
Wake up and panic.
Fortune wears a red dress, but her bones smell of death.
Panic.
They all stare, but no one seeks.
They all claim, but no one speaks.
They all hear what they want.
Panic preacher, panic.
Beware of these sheep in the costume of wolves lies,
They come in pairs of two and we only die twice,
But for such a long time.
Just because you kiss a lot, that dont mean youre in love.
Just because you have begun, that doesnt mean youve won.
Well I was a second son, not born but just once, and all my friends be gray.
The fade out.
They all close the door and no one speaks out loud.
The fade out.
Take my heart.
Prophet.
© 2005 Solid State Records
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