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Rosa Parks Called Shotgun (lyrics don't apply in uploaded song)

In reality, nothing is perfect. We turn astray, poison the ground, and then wonder why we will never make the slightest progression in faith. Question after question we fill with pity an faulter away. Step back and see we're no better than the fallen. But we can b89reak away: shatter what is not right. He saved me, he saved us all. Follow the leader; Get back on the right track. Shards of glass lay broken, they fall from the heavens purposely. As the pile lies and decays, we too do the same. Come help mend the broken or witness our end. Calm yourself, relax, and take a seat, accept the fact this maybe defeat. We've lost, we're lost, how do we manage to be fully submerged in ignorance?

B(e)low Me

Made of molecules not put to shame but ones that can change image with our desires. I know that specific answers follow specific questions. How will we ever be able to see through this fog of filth when there is no break? The fog seeps into my lungs and confuses me; I will raise my hands and look to the sky. Demonstrate common sense and follow the staircase leading into the clouds. We are falling through the floor, maybe this is permanent. If so, the cards we dealt out all in wrong places, serve us well.

Kill Paco

Thumbing through our withered pages. What's that sound I'm hearing? Our past is crumbling along with our future. What is that sound? Use the hands you've been given to piece your existence back together. Let's see how long that takes! Faling, bleeding. Mending, healing. Digging deeper like we do makes things much worse; why don't you realize we don't have to see to believe? What we live: all artificial.

Death By A Leaf Blower

Take hold of the stones that lie near for us to tread upon. We identify our faults, so why don't we erase what's done? Can no one see we are wrong and a fucking waste of words collapse from our jaws? So far I know this is our fault, this is our doing, this is our step back from Grace himself. No, don't give in, pray from deep, deep down within. Show our ignorance to it's end and get on page with our beliefs.

Day Of Atonement

All cry, all weep, all fall into our own imaginations which are filled with the darkest of things; these are things that haunt our dreams. We all search for things that flow thourgh our veins, over years this substance spreads. We play hide and seek blinded by our own hands. Why don't you beg for that blessing you know you haven't earned, falling away from law one by one. Extract this venom please, out of my fucking veins. There is no end to, our lies and shame. B O L O G N A that spells bologna. It makes up the things we say: the stinch of bologna. Oh, what seeps into our brains? Guess what, bologna! Our skulls only home to brains, not this bologna. Open up and take this spoonful of this here formula that's meant to heal all your doubts and your concerns building up for no reason. Arogance floods our floors; the foundation we had is no more.