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In here, a tale of a boy who reached the masses
His name was Billy and he liked to get high A normal guy ’til the green-skin apocalypse A do-or-dieThere must be something in the water
Where he lie, where he lie He threw that gaping brain asunder When he realized, when he realized It’s coming down YeahWe’ve sown thrones and brought the kings down to knees
Hello, here we are, salutations And every day that you wake s a gift that you take from the gods That’s rightYou came from the trees and we altered the genes
Here you are, all you fuck with is wages You had the day, but you pissed it away I think it’s time that we show our waysNow shed that violence all over
Let mayhem in the streets, whoa From mountain tops to ocean We own your every need It’s coming downWith every breath that we take, we can hear that sound
Somebody needs a reaction to stay on the ground With every breath that we take, we can hear that sound A green-skin apocalypse A do-or-dieSo Billy heeds the call of fathers
Release high Through these eyes, shitEmbraces the chi and he praises the weeds
Holding out for the day he can face them Every day that he trains is a slap in the face to the gods God damnShutting out politics
Viewing beings as equals Ain’t it funny how that makes sense? You had the floor, but you gave it a bore Now it’s equal Can we clean that slate?Now shed that violence all over
Let mayhem in the streets (whoa) From mountain tops to ocean We own your every need It’s coming downSomebody needs a reaction to stay on the ground
It’s coming down YeahWhat’s up, London?
Follow a trail of the ones who bleed the masses
Follow behind the reptilian eyes A normal day in the green-skin apocalypse A do-or-dieWe’ll be here summertime at Download
Who’s coming? Fucking who’s coming?He threw that gaping brain asunder
When he realized, when he realizedNational alliance and he leads the fight
No class, no race, just fucking violence in their eyes A plan for human survival takes to flight The good that’s left and all we cherish stands to dieIs this the end of all we know?
They all float, whoa Is this the end of all we know? Wasted our lives for what? WhoaMake some fucking noise
Float away
Do we feed the reaction? Do we stay? Do we all float away?Everybody make some fucking noise
Do you think you know who you are?
Did you think you had it all worked out, well? Who could believe Those dead-eyed soldiers? Red sky rainfall The winter beams no beauty Just cold-eyed monsters and bare branches You can wail to the moon That’ll just make things worse They see you, they see me, they see allNo children in the streets
Where do they play when Freedom here has been revoked? The ground which all their fathers soaked No medicine The scarcity of nourishment is evidentAnd where’s our god?
Have we seen that side of heaven yet? NoRich, poor
Clutching to their sheets in horror Is there an answer? (No) Is there somebody who can take away All our present dismay? Bury the light Pray through nightMayhem in the streets
No order Is there an answer? (No) Is there somebody who can take away All our present dismay? Bury the light Pray through nightYou’ve buried that, buried that light
Now pray through night What has come down Is littered all around in your sight It’s littered in your sightThe claim they stake
A land from us, they take The claim they stake (they stake) A land from us, they take (they take)The craft he shakes
A race within his wake Victory alone became his above the soil we know A grave is laid A man within his cage Victory alone became his down in the soil he ownsSoil we know becomes our own home
Soil we know becomes our own home
Now we’re staring at the ground together This is not the first time or the last time Soil we know becomes our own home Now we’re staring at the ground together Now we’re staring at the ground togetherSoil we own becomes ours
(Order back in what we know) Soil we own becomes ours Now one with the soil we own Soil we own becomes ours (Order back in what we know) Soil we own becomes ours Now one with the soil we, soil we own
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