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Album: January Journal
Bells like hammers fall on deaf ears
There's a sense that the world's gonna end
Hell like ice cycles coming fast like tricycles
Winds of doctrine like sin
Clear as mud you are, thinking 'bout blood you are
Thirsty like never before
Dear as family trees broken down at the knees
There's a problem with half of your heart
What's wrong with your head when you count 'em dead
The ones you've never decided to hear
What's wrong with your heart when you can't even start
To see your thoughts are formed by your fear
Hard as wood your head rings with blood racing
To the ends of your thought
Soft as lead it runs, down and into bed
With the devil, oh son you've been bought
What's wrong with your head when you count 'em dead
The ones you've never decided to hear
What's wrong with your heart when you can't even start
To see your thoughts are formed by your fear
Did ya have to yell so loud, did you have to laugh so long
Did it make you feel better, did it make you feel strong
Did ya have to throw 'em out, oh the dear little ones
Did ya have to push 'em way, oh our daughters and our sons
Oh step back you're on a ledge too high
With a gavel in your hand and a sickle and a scythe
You've taken too much and you'll take much more
You're gonna fall and burn, you gotta stop keeping score
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