Experience machines that know your thoughts and know your dreams A better way of seeing things you won't believe it's real Interact, you and i-there's
Fear in a young one with innocence A crisis I must resolve to handle with Competence He wants to know if he will be "taken" too He worried -
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Welcome these players to your stage Progressive, we cleverly syncopate These rhythms, in a key, in an overture Directing our experience into yours. Waiting
We must search together or united we'll fall Standing at the crossroad - just the two of us. Will you travel with me? I'll take the surest path In this
Magic land so far away - was It worth the voyage in these days? The lives of soldiers thrown away In medieval claims to yesterday... Off the starboard
Language and meter Tools for a task Structure and movement There's logic at last Critical rave Misanthrope hired Humans want quickness So keep it under
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When your mind stays awake and your body cries for sleep Disillusioned from the pain you're in way too deep. As the chains bind your soul and the sweat
The solano county engineering archives, vault 1 Feel free, write your scathing indictment Pick us apart with your joke of a pen Pacified poet, standing
We're living proof of these uncertain times Lost all our money and we've done our time I've got no answers-only questions now No point in starting over
Fly the flag Put your hand on your heart You can be assured That you've done your part Watch the nation bleed From the comfort of your chair And then
"these are my last words, their treasonous hands Have us all under siege, now do you understand? " Gossens ministers - all at hand Will take
of demarcation They took a passage to the west Dead reckoning they doubled back Into the north they anchored for bad weather San martin and magellan
Bret douglas - lead vocals Trent gardner - harmonies When every word has been written When every line has been read When every person cries for justice
A writer like a blacksmith-forging works of iron The jagged edges tempered into solid scripts for hire Solitary craftsman at his console merging audio
Remember me when I met you back in chicago? Filthy bum (twenty plus some) with an old platitude "mending fences or mending souls" That was
