happened before, (There?s a chain reaction in store) Yeah, you know this kind of thing, Has never happened before. (There?s a chain reaction in store) There is a
Clap hands for stained ideas, There?s many a carpenter turning wheels, Turning the wheels. But will they carve out anything real? Will I carve out a stained
give me some kind of reaction, Before it freezes both our hearts. We?re standing behind the Canadian shield, Basking in the half-light. We?ll try to conjure a
Turn on the pillars of light, And film some lovers embracing. Raise a flag to the sky, To show the world that it?s sacred. But hold off on the victory
beyond, Through glass and blood that runs along the rusted can that?s home. Ploughing through the cities dust and stench that?s new Local traffic stalled a
Find a place in line, we?re marching straight into the fire With our free will manifesto on our sleeves. Would you turn a blind eye to the freedom that
want to know where they build these programs? And are they used to harm us? Truth be told, they make me feel right at home. The signs are posted daily. Confused by a
your body of work. The story goes - that somewhere across the prairie spine you severed all ties to the crime, and drove on for miles. With a seaward
The coastline was on our minds, Rock meeting water, sand represent time. I saw a man by the ocean, He was weathered like a fire burned through him, Old
The poems strewn across the floor; they're out of tune with every chord. And one reads 'lay down inside this open heart.' And where's this heart of
not impossible to breath with flooded lungs, or winterize the scenes that leave you numb. A tire fire in the night, a painting that never dries, a wooden
the piece, and plan out your rests and peaks. To start, blank page annoyance. Depart of the obvious clues. The mindset has misconstrued confidence. A
new light. Cast upon old words that you thought you'd lost in the fire. And in this flood these old roads don't stand a chance, so breathe it in, and
Bearing down a train you're a wreck You have nothing yet You're mobile, just draggin' a bit On past the trees, the arks, and the freeze There's no
it was planned that morning. An armed attack, units forging. "Cannons, fire at will and halt escape. We'll help them if we can, prisoners of circumstance." A
chemical structure that keeps us in line Cause I've got this plan, that seeks a lot of time I've got this plan that seeks a lot of time So throw
All I wanted was this day relived, for it's led me astray and I'm so tired of roaming around in this dream, as that fire burns away. And still she is
I'm a hustla (hustla), I keep it gutta maine (gutta maine) Give me a week, I been done ran through a hunned thangs (a, a hunned thangs) Man I'm a Fool
