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FROM THE ALBUM: Monsoon Season
RELEASED: May 6th, 2017
Rehed in heaven, awoke in
Lessons were worded wrong, directions poorly drawn
The sedatives are wearing off
Surely a higher dose could apprehend the ghost
I'd know the difference, know what's real
If only the wrecking could take down stronger walls
Defending castles from their fire
They speak louder than their guns, off with their filthy tongues
Felt the intrusion, believed the illusions
Condemn me, condemn me
They keep on knocking, I heard the chains locking
Release me, release me
The vandals are desecrating
All things beautiful and sound
Am I the pretender
I'm laying down and burying
This white flag deep beneath the ground
I will never surrender
The young and restless learn with pain
The day they shake the hands of sweet oblivion
They'll make a cyclone of your heart
Blame the adventurers here for the twists and turns
I'd feel the difference, safe and sound
If only these battle planes could take us far away
The flames arising beneath our feet
Their pistol fingers raised, down with their barricades
We fall like stars in peril
But we are not stones to throw, we are machines
RELEASED: May 6th, 2017
Rehed in heaven, awoke in
Lessons were worded wrong, directions poorly drawn
The sedatives are wearing off
Surely a higher dose could apprehend the ghost
I'd know the difference, know what's real
If only the wrecking could take down stronger walls
Defending castles from their fire
They speak louder than their guns, off with their filthy tongues
Felt the intrusion, believed the illusions
Condemn me, condemn me
They keep on knocking, I heard the chains locking
Release me, release me
The vandals are desecrating
All things beautiful and sound
Am I the pretender
I'm laying down and burying
This white flag deep beneath the ground
I will never surrender
The young and restless learn with pain
The day they shake the hands of sweet oblivion
They'll make a cyclone of your heart
Blame the adventurers here for the twists and turns
I'd feel the difference, safe and sound
If only these battle planes could take us far away
The flames arising beneath our feet
Their pistol fingers raised, down with their barricades
We fall like stars in peril
But we are not stones to throw, we are machines
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