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Foxes
03:13
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Please don't feed the animals
The little fear foxes, little pride cubs
They won't cease until they're filled
Until they've got and taken us from the fold
Catch the little foxes while the vineyards
Are in blossom are in bloom
Pruning back the vines for 52 weeks
At a time, save the fruit
Before the foxes turn to lions to keep both of us from trying
With our tongues the wine we made with our own hands
Lions spring if they can
And it's tough to chase them down
When they take me from the crown
Because they know that they can get us separate
Pain is made apparent
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My Pilot
03:04
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Fresh feet in the wilderness
Can’t tell right from left
I’m a creature a babe at best
A beast born in humanness
I feel a fear that’s in my hands
I’m just an animal in pants
Don’t make me go alone
Take my paw, my claw, my tentacle
My pilot, my pilot
My pilot, my pilot
My pilot, my pilot
Take me through the wild
Cuz it’s violent and frightening
And calling me it’s child
My light and my God
Carry me to quiet stream
I’ll go where you guide
Take me off into your peace
Sunlight can’t filter down
With open eyes I trip on trees around
My ears work harder in the dark
They’re picking up barks and roars
The sound of teeth as big as swords
But beasts don’t want blood
They want my heart
To join the fun in the dark
Their decadent games are tempting
Me with aspartame
So please reclaim
This beast you tamed
And call me by my name
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Showdown
03:05
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Coliseum
Big Stadium
My pint-size problems preoccupy
my poor pretentious mind
Never room for a friend, I’m consumed, it’s a trend
I’m owned by my own fights
I’m in the stadium, conquering the coliseum
Unaware that my town and my friends are hurt when I can’t see them
My gladiator mind, gladiator mind is gearing up for a showdown
But Godzilla don’t mind, Godzilla don’t mind when he is tearing tokyo down
Sizing up their fangs, I’m deciphering their killer code
All the while my friends, they are staring down Godzilla’s throat
Picking up my sword off the sandy floor for my glorious story in store, just watch
Picking fights with night lions, I’m denying that there’s light in the west hemisphere of my sandbox
My eyes are glued to tiger teeth
I’m looking brave but underneath
My eyes are shut to everything but
The fight in front of me
My gladiator mind, gladiator mind is gearing up for a showdown
But Godzilla don’t mind, Godzilla don’t mind when he is tearing tokyo down
Sizing up their fangs, I’m deciphering their killer code
All the while my friends, they are staring down Godzilla’s throat
I’m picking fights, I’m picking my fights
I’m picking friends, I leave them behind
You're in need, and I can see you
You call to me, but I don't hear you
I have an ear that doesn't work right
It only hears in my own fights
As for my eyes, I'm distracted
Enough to leave you in the darkness
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Grassland Eyes
03:34
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Stars in the sky, not a star can take their eyes off you
Scars, not a scar on your heart, cankeep themselves from you
They see, they say, what a pure creature
They see, they say, what a loved creature
I want to know her better
They say to one another
Her smile, like the sunrise, in the skies,
And it warms a cooling heart
Eyes filled with grasslands and green
With valleys and skies in part
I want to know her better
So much left to discover
Mountains stand up on
Tiptoes just to see your face
Air and atmosphere crowd
All around you to fill your space
They see, they say, what a lovely daughter
They see, they say, of a holy father
I want to know her better
They say to one another
Wisdom in ernest as if
She’s been alive before
Grace and courage
That looks past masks to core
I want to know her better
So much left to discover
They see, they say, oh
I want to know you better
So much left to discover
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Vultures
03:48
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I just got issued my crazy gun
Shooting vultures from above
Fall like lightning to the ground
Leave a ringing sound
The cold heart calling,
The gargoyles know my name, they say
“Don’t believe that you’re some angel,
cuz you and I are quite the same”
Get away, get away
Make room in the heart and head
Take your sacrifice away
Break your hearts and offer those instead
I’m moving onto tanks and fighters now
I’m hitting those gates with a big kapow
Making the advance on the devil’s den
Screaming, all those demons say, “et tu Ben?”
Anger burning,
Tables turning now somehow
I’ll believe that I’m your temple
Spirit, turn me inside out
Get away, get away
Make room in the heart and head
Take your sacrifice away
Break your hearts and offer those instead
Break your heart, break your mind
Not a foothold inside
Break your heart, break your mind
Not a stronghold inside
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Little Boy
03:21
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Who is at fault?
Those inside the safety vault?
Those who saw a far dead white light
Trained eyes don’t cry, they watertight
2 km on the fritz, withhold the waste
Land made into Hell by a 10,000 lb case
They meet to beat the heat in a brief liason
Honor is their cause as they call press on
Press on, press on
American way, american say
That stepping down is the first step to ok
That giving up on winning will be fine for once
Giving up on killing, we can’t be the ones
To give a big talk but not a good word
We could be a power in the postwar world
Pulling our weight with “prompt and utter destruction”
We’ve pressured them to quit, here’s the switch, press on
Press on, press on
I tell ya Dad, I think you're right
Sinking the island in firelight
I tell ya Dad, I think you're right
A different way to end the fight
Call it justice, call it right,
It's a mighty price to pay for pride
With humans in the line of sight
Don’t sink the Island in firelight
May all the souls here rest in peace,
May our mistakes bear no repeating
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7. |
Leviathan
03:18
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Mighty Monster
Your time has come
You bear in your throat my son
Bringing salvation
Your mouth is wide
Your belly deep
Three days for
A soul to keep
My love, leviathan
Your voice shakes in Zion
Terror of the seas, bringing Navys to their knees
Hear me sing
Your mouth is wide
Your belly deep
Three days for
A soul to keep
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Running backwards, full speed behind.
Jackals nip at my wheels.
Cutting corners to fall out of sight,
But yesteryear’s always on my heels.
I can’t run from what I’ve done,
Can you take it away?
Can you unlock a heart hard as rock?
And free it from pornography?
“Taste and see…” the Devil tries
To twist the truth.
A classic tune, the first of all lies
Is still enticing my tongue and tooth.
Time is the fastest train I could find.
My sin, I’m trying to lose.
No matter how hard I shovel the coal,
My sin’s still in the caboose.
Burning mountains at a time,
My time train’s running fast.
But I can’t run from what I’ve done,
I must give up the past.
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Back in the day
I thought my best friend had turned His holy face away
I thought He’d up and left from the things He didn’t say
Back in the day
My mind was 99% sure I was on my own
My whole heart was heavy like a builder’s cornerstone
Shot for trespass, dead in silence
Not knowing that my floor would shake for Him
There is a Man
On the other side of these pages
There is a Man
Who from the dead He raises
His ways are higher
Back in the day
We thought the son of man would come in a high and lofty way
We thought the Son of God would be free of all decay
Back in the day
Our minds imagined we’d be led with a great shout
Our hearts were hoping for a King to come and kick the Romans out
Not a Carpenter born for death
What good can come from out of Nazareth?
There is a Man
On the other side of these pages
There is a Man
Who from the dead He raises
His ways are higher
On that Friday
They put him on a cross and it caught us all off guard
The night before, we drew the sword in warring of alarms
On that Sunday
The girls they came with word that the hell hole was emptied
A hole in hand and hand in side is the proof that I need
Confused about sorrow and doubt
I hoped my worldly wisdom would be wrong
There is a Man
On the other side of these pages
There is a Man
Who from the dead He raises
His ways are higher
And on that day
He’s gonna come to free His sons and daughters that His blood has bought
We’re gonna gasp in awe and tremble at the glory that He’s brought
And on that day
And on that day
There ain’t a soul who knows exactly how it’s gonna go
We won’t be justified any way to say I told you so
For today
Fill my life with passion for your service till Jesus comes
There is a Man
On the other side of these pages
There is a Man
Who from the dead He raises
His ways are higher
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