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Killswitch
05:31
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If this is what I fought for
Policed every thought for
If it's what I signed on the dotted line for
Why do it again
If this is the new order
Defining all my borders
Then give me a sword in the shape of a pen
I wanna draw em again
You say you wanna rectify me
Well I'm begging to see the plan
You know I wouldn't expect no less from the Son of Man
In the garages and the basements
I cannot be by myself
When I'm praying that you get the drop on someone else
Treat me like a patient
Quiet speculations
Fuck all their fantastic calculations of my disease
Call me automatic
Left out of the tragic
You know this machinery is magic
Don't compare me to the trees
You say you wanna rectify me
Well I'm begging to see the plan
You know I wouldn't expect no less from the Son of Man
In the garages and the basements
I cannot be by myself
When I'm praying that you get the drop on someone else
Said in the attic and on the pavement
I cannot be by myself
When I'm praying that you get the drop on someone else
Someone else
It takes a lot of concentration
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Last night my lady had the strangest dream,
She was under a white moon.
Nothing was as it seemed,
Everything was too soon.
You were high atop a hill.
You said “Woman I could use a drink”
She said “Man do I know you?”
You said “Better than you might think,
If you allow me to show you,
Cause this is the hour and the power”
She could feel it was all going wrong,
You’d been waiting too long in the nighttime,
But you said she didn’t have the right time,
Because the time you were serving was the right kind.
And you were so kind.
So kind.
I never had much of a taste for superstition,
But the priests said you were some kind of unholy fiction,
And my lady said stay away,
My lady said stay away.
You might’ve made it out in the country, son,
But you ain’t got the face of a Chosen One,
And a king don’t need to pray,
A king don’t need to pray.
Cause if death is just a word at the crack of dawn
Then take it from me, as the day goes on,
You better find the right words to say,
Find the right words to say,
Better find the right words...
What do you have to say?
What do you have to say?
First he was silent as a stone cold killer,
Or a killjoy filler for the main man.
And then our mouths filled with laughter when he said we’d see him after
On high at the Almighty’s right hand.
So we hung him high on his own tree,
Stranger from the country.
Stranger from the country.
First he was silent as a stone cold killer…
Then our mouths filled with laughter when he said we’d see him after…
Stranger from the country.
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What's it to you anyway if I want more than average
It takes the wise to take the prize from the blinded
It's respectable to pray but leave the big decisions
To the firm of the firmly earthly minded
Why can't you get behind
All the alibis we have memorized?
Baby you are getting out of hand
Cause you don't supply and you don't demand
No one gives a damn if you dare the world to blink
You say you're waiting on the end of days
But you're holding up this whole parade
And it all makes sense if you only stop to think
And stop thinking we're on the brink
Maybe God and maybe hell but believing in my senses
In what I grope and own is more dependable
And a bleeding heart is a work of art but I don't see potential
In trying to mend what's no longer mendable
Baby you are getting out of hand
Cause you don't supply and you don't demand
No one gives a damn if you dare the world to blink
You say you're waiting on the end of days
But you're holding up this whole parade
And it all makes sense if you only stop to think
And stop thinking we're on the brink
Just stop thinking
Just stop thinking
With your face to the ground we'll screw you upside down (feet first)
With your face to the ground we'll screw you upside down (feet first into Paradise)
Feet first into Paradise
We'll screw you in the ground screw you in the ground you'll go feet first
We'll screw you in the ground we'll screw you screw you feet first into Paradise
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THE BROTHER K MELEE Brooklyn, New York
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