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Lawless
04:46
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Another brush with the lawless
Another watch on the mend
We built it brightest and tallest
But everything has an end
Another light of the signal
Another burn 'cross the skies
Another tap at the window
Oh, you're a sight for sore eyes
Keep the light in your eyes, liven up my girl
We were made for these times, liven up this world
Another brush with the lawless
One, two many hands tick away
And they will never withdraw us
We've got our hands on the clay
Our footsteps toward the horizon there
A feral cry out for war
Our children say they're enlightened heirs
To this world worth fighting for
Keep the light in your eyes, liven up my girl
We were made for these times, liven up this world
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Golden Light
04:26
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Oh, great sinner
Is your spirit growing weak?
Great sinner, don’t speak
Like a lion in the winter
Your strength splinters
And now you join the meek
Oh, great sinner
Have you fallen to your knees?
Great sinner, you’ll see
If you’re only a beginner
Oh, great sinner
Meet the great sinner in me
Oh, Golden Light
Oh, Golden Light
Oh, Golden Light
Oh, Golden Light
And were you not born a sinner
Though your mother washed you clean?
Great sinner, I’ve seen
That even as you lie within her
Oh, great sinner
You’re the same sinner as me
Oh, Golden Light
Oh, Golden Light
Oh, Golden Light
Oh, Golden Light
So let us sing, brave sinners
Let us fall onto our knees
Brave sinners, let’s sing
If you’re only a beginner
Oh brave sinner
Meet the brave sinner in me
Oh, Golden Light
Oh, Golden Light
Oh, Golden Light
Oh, Golden Light
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An Ego Boost For Atlas
04:40
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My Brother, my Brother
How have you found time to prosper
When worlds depend upon your posture and your patience?
God willing, God willing
And depending on what you’re feeling
We’ll fasten this planet to the ceiling
So you can get some rest
My Brother, I’m sure you’ve heard them
Singing praises from your burden
Though you feel you don’t deserve them
Oh you have earned them
So Brother, don’t get lonesome
Your tears will salt our oceans
Sending tidal waves in motion
And trembling to our feet
My Brother, look at the seeds you’ve sewn
Your children have gone and grown
With whole solar systems in tow
‘Cause you’ve taught them hold their own
My Brother, I’m sure you hear
The warring nations in your ear
Though it’s war that brought you here
Don’t weep, my Brother
‘Cause by my own admission
We have yet to learn to listen
Though we yearn to speak of wisdom
How foolish to speak of less
My Brother, look at the seeds you’ve sewn
Your children have gone and grown
With whole solar systems in tow
‘Cause you’ve taught them hold their own
My Brother, I’m sure you hear
The warring nations in your ear
Thought it’s war that brought you here
Don’t weep, my Brother
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Chosen One
04:10
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I put away the Bible for a moment to enjoy this sense of longing,
sense of longing, sense of longing,
since I'm longing to be human for a moment to rejoice and to ignore the
sense I'm wronging, sense I'm wronging, sense I'm wronging
Am I wronging my Creator? (chosen one)
Am I wronging my Creator? (chosen one)
Wronging my Creator?
I saw the Virgin Mary in the fog upon my glasses, souls in passing,
souls in passing, souls in passing,
souls in passive conversations at the altar, and I’m clutching to my hymnal
I’ve worn it ragged, I’ve worn it ragged, I’ve worn it ragged
Am I wronging my Creator? (chosen one)
Am I wronging my Creator? (chosen one)
Wronging my Creator?
Now we've clear-cut all Creation to print versions of the Scriptures bound in leather, bound in leather, bound in leather,
bound in blood and leathered hands beset in prayers
oh my Lord, my Lord, forgive me.
Your transgressor, your transgressor, your transgressor
Am I wronging my Creator? (chosen one)
Am I wronging my Creator? (chosen one)
Wronging my Creator?
Wronging my Creator?
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Sleep With The Enemy
06:04
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Nice try, but I think that we can agree
That this is something short of a symphony
Just trying to stay dry
When it’s raining in minor keys
And I’m wading knee deep in melancholy
I think we're making the wrong impression
And I won’t lie, all this seems strange to me
We’re washing our feet at the break of eternity
As if we’re making our first impression
Am I saying this right?
God, I hope I’m saying this right
Now I’m tongue tied, and overwhelmed by the irony
Scrambling for words when you’re finally in front of me
Did I get this right?
That for you to be with me
Would be to sleep with the enemy?
I think I’m making the wrong impression
Am I saying this right?
God, I hope I’m saying this right.
Am I doing this right?
God, I hope I’m doing this right.
‘Cause whatever is, just is
Whether or not it’s justice
Whatever is, just is
Whether or not you’re conscious
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Pope Francis
06:09
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Eyes that fall on empty faces
Broken hearts that once held places
Dear to all that failed to meet their expectations
Set atop a mountain waiting
To be picked among the flowers waiting
From the false light that causes us to want it all
My head has said that I’ve been wrong
My body stands still, my face still long
But my soul stands bold, my faith still standing strong
We turn to watch our fathers look on
Their eyes so worried that we’ll do what they’ve done
They hold our mothers as to say their only son
We’ll make a way and then do them proud
For the Kings they revel
And the Queens they dance all night
With the fires raging
The shadow hands take flight
Not a soul was wanting
Nor a heart had need to fight
For they know as the moon glows
The sun still shines at night
How many times have you seen the people falter
Stumbling sideways losing all their steam
Feels like the world is spinning fast
Your feet cannot keep up
Your mind is racing your pace is quickly lost
How many days do you feel like time’s been wasted
Its all planned out no way you’d miss a beat
You look to your left
You notice that your friends have all moved on
By the time you look back your day is almost done
Are we cursed or can we figure it out
That we lie to our hearts and fill our head with doubt
Can we write our book on life
If our faith has not been broken down
At least once
We will see and we will be
For the Kings they revel
And the Queens they dance all night
With the fires raging
The shadow hands take flight
Not a soul was wanting
Nor a heart had need to fight
For they know as the moon glows
The sun still shines at night
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