Some of these trees have been growing for years The leaves on the floor must be five metres deep The paths are a labyrinth or even a trap Some tides don't turn some things never come back
Secret recordings were made in the marsh I bore a hole in the tree just to see Knights dance in molecules, here's Galahad They're rising back up, they're rising back up
Shadows dance back up, it's happening again If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper: "We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; but they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know"
The sick kids ate a bowl of red clay And every summer there was imminent rain The late judge teetered in a jon boat The town had gathered around the soldier boy Carried home
The broken window and the pretty blue sky And cold water for my swollen black eye We shook some money from your mother's old clothes When all had gathered around the soldier boy Carried home
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Wreck Havok
Worth Dying For
We are the ones in competition but claim this ain't no race
Take a breath and explode like bullets tearing through the wind
Cut me up with a razor blade that tries to separate the skin
Now in the
White flames of burning flags we
Found a world worth dying for, yeah
We've been battered so hard that we don't
Feel anymore
Take me
From this world
Save me
What if we
All die young?
Worth Dying For - Rise Against
We Want War
The leaves on the floor must be five metres deep
The paths are a labyrinth or even a trap
Some tides don't turn some things never come back
Secret recordings were made in the marsh
I bore a hole in the tree just to see
Knights dance in molecules, here's Galahad
They're rising back up, they're rising back up
Shadows dance back up, it's happening again
If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper:
"We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; but they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know"
(We want war)
We Want War - These New Puritans
Carried Home
And every summer there was imminent rain
The late judge teetered in a jon boat
The town had gathered around the soldier boy
Carried home
The broken window and the pretty blue sky
And cold water for my swollen black eye
We shook some money from your mother's old clothes
When all had gathered around the soldier boy
Carried home
Carried Home - Iron & Wine