Leave It At The Door

Paula Abdullah The Butcher
When the silence of our dying dreams, combines with the screams of the infant that lies in us all We must not forget, the armies of those that we cherished, those that we loved My war torn soldier, my restless companion The hope of our strength must strike through our flannel, into our chest, where the wounds, they will never be forgotten I'll burn this into my memory The farmers daughter, she tends her garden What life will come from the seeds that she has sown I wish I could tell her that the flowers that she plants, they'll soon rise up and they'll devour us all I'm covered by weeds, and swallowed underneath the rubble of this cold and distant world I promise, I promise, I'll never break a promise So run with the scissors in your hand You'll get no commands from your lieutenant tonight Run with the scissors in your hand Your shoes are untied, and you look kinda lonely To those of you, that still remain Lift your weapons toward the sky Cause this is a mutiny, this is a take over No one leaves this place alive This is a mutiny, run for your life This is a take over, and no one leaves this place alive Letras de cancionesThis is a take over, run for your life This is a mutiny, and no one leaves this place alive Well we're gonna write the names in red, all over the wall Everyone please have patience, there's enough for us all Cut the blood bags that keep the bastards alive You gave your testimony, and then you swallowed the night You swallowed the night There's two sides to the story You know it's sadder than words My love life's like a poem, without any verbs Run for your life Just run for your life Run for your life I'll cut your blues away From Letras Mania