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The song, the whisperEchos loudAnd reverberates back in tones of stern determinationGive me the quiet wildernessand my family to associate withsurrounded by the saintsadieu, to the gentile worldtill god says return and avenge you of you enemiesYo,I'm still wasting away while elephants trample on your better days i got tones of ammunition and a park pistons in a broken phraselets amaze ourselves with numbers till we have nothing but wealth and heaven dream of a plush paradise; wake up on the bathroom floor of a 7-11we got here with no lemon handsI've been lurking in shadows for five years blindly sculpting songs from fears crack you knuckles and sharpen spearstime line wont go on foreverpick up your heart and stitch it back together and press on like there's nothing wrong and hopes its the only thing that makes you feel betterThese memories are like old notebooks that are soaked in gasoline and I've watched my hands in foreign land but i can never seem to get them cleanevery town is full of assholes; even god is stepping on broken beer bottlesLetras de cancionesdodging depression like potholes cause things will get better I'm toldI've got drained batteries and i got crooked teethand i try hard but i always forget the people i meet a mushroom cloud filled with innocent angels with blood on their hands and rust on their haloheaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kidsloosing reception with all this static in my head oh all your change is born with chemicals and dangerglances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creaturesheaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kidsloosing reception with all this static in my head oh all your change is born with chemicals and dangerglances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creaturessurrounded by the saintsadieu to the gentile worldtill god says return and avenge you of you enemieswe stay stuck to structure'sgods plan has no middle mankeep it to those idle hands pay your bills and conquer moral land this maze full of mystery, the ebon flow of your personal history you wont be missed when after you're gone while your personal struggles in songits windy outside and the cradle of humanity rests on balance soaked in a pale of vanity run with disease and the meager talentsyou got nothing left you lovethe hand of god is wrapped in surgical gloves your palms push problems like religion takes mass bodies to coffins, And the end of the world gets closer than you ever hoped heaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kidsloosing reception with all this static in my head oh all your change is born with chemicals and dangerglances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creaturesheaven was built from bricks, my shoes are made by kidsloosing reception with all this static in my head oh all your change is born with chemicals and dangerglances in the eyes, yeah we're comfortable creaturesThe song, the whisperEchos loudAnd reverberates back in tones of stern determinationGive me the quiet wildernessand my family to associate withsurrounded by the saintsadieu, to the gentile worldtill god says return and avenge you of you enemies From Letras Mania