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Listen to the sounds that the prisoners make/ as we take these spoons and dig our graves/ six feet deep, a plague worldwide/ as we swam towards the shore we drowned in the tide. Spread the word, I am empty/ with perception only painting reality. Tomorrow, tomorrow, that's not what he said/ but I know, I know what he meant. I see you running away (take flight)/ the truth is alive in your wake/ you're running away (take flight)/ the truth is alive. Ow. The truth is alive in your WAKE! I'm at a loss for sensation/ in a state of racing decay/ as the sun fades in memory/ his words; they stay the same/ ALLOW THE WORDS THAT ESCAPE MY LIPS/ TO BREATHE THE REMINDER MY HEART FORGETS ALLOW THE WORDS THAT ESCAPE MY LIPS/ TO BREATHE THE REMINDER MY HEART FORGETS ALLOW THE WORDS THAT ESCAPE MY LIPS. Blessed are those who hear the words of this prophecy/ Blessed are those who hear it through the words of thee(the)/ Only way out without suffering eternally/ if you are smart you will listen. *last part sounds like*: Blue suit whore those who rear the herds/ blue suit whore those who? rear it..... From Letras Mania