Тексты песен «Bombs Over Providence»

Ash and palm, burnt black, caked to my forehead, For we are the children of faith in dead gods. Fear not bedrooms nor states, as they are merely the bait, And hate is still the sermon of this mass. I have lost the...

Ash and palm, burnt black, caked to my forehead, For we are the children of faith in dead gods. Fear not bedrooms nor states, as they are merely the bait, And hate is still the sermon of this mass. I have lost the...

So it's true: 1989 really is that far away and I wouldn't care, Had I not the fortune to be shown the history of memory lost. The sky is falling down and we're being convinced that it's rain, With ideals as parasols...

So it's true: 1989 really is that far away and I wouldn't care, Had I not the fortune to be shown the history of memory lost. The sky is falling down and we're being convinced that it's rain, With ideals as parasols...

Once thought I could easily impart some beginner's knowledge to the upstart. I've long since left such bombast to fight back, never win, try again iconoclast. We are the nonsense we espouse to waking minds in sleepy...

Miles 'tween and what I'll see yet, but I still shudder. The engine's struggling. The snowy drifts of the home we left betray the warmth of the hearts it kept. These prairie mile kids, in droves, put knuckles into...

Miles 'tween and what I'll see yet, but I still shudder. The engine's struggling. The snowy drifts of the home we left betray the warmth of the hearts it kept. These prairie mile kids, in droves, put knuckles into...

I awoke so invincible the state indivisible hasn't had the chance to finish me yet. The force of law notwithstanding moans, groans and the sting of student loans. I hit the ground running, With subsidized funding...

Well, it was all roses and wine circa 1999. Back when my mentors spoke through headphones and my victories all had soundtracks. I'm only getting back there just today By the good graces of those to whom I ache to say...

Cast out with the first of winter. Coldest night since they last raised busfare. Seems fitting. In this city it only ever gets this cold After shelters close and the commons gates are locked. There but for the...

Keep time to the beat of walls coming down, three cheers for the supernational. Tell that to the kid who just joined cadets; breast-fed on state-sponsored radio. Look at that, us troublemakers got a problem again; I...

I've been falling harder with this city's decline. And I know I'm not getting any smarter. Every blackened skyline has some failure in mind that rains on down around quitting time. And we drink in gulps, through sobs...

Throw in! Got mine for the party line. It seems that everything we do is part of a grander scheme. We're still killing parents. Did you hear about the beatdown on the streets of old town? Some of that was true. But I...

Here we are; another school night proclamation of the greater good. And what's more, I've the gall to curse and moan about the state of my upset. Calling all those who'd hate to grow up. When we're left to our own...

Damned by the wars we wage to a similar fate of the states we imitate. Forgotten faster than Rome's walls came tumbling down. Administering "shock and awe" with Tsunami bombs never did stand a chance, When I was floored...

Damned by the wars we wage to a similar fate of the states we imitate. Forgotten faster than Rome's walls came tumbling down. Administering "shock and awe" with Tsunami bombs never did stand a chance, When I was floored...

Burn out these eyes eyes until we scream "enough!" Such is the nature of our Struggles. Hampered by naught but our Own sight of the laddar's rungs begun Halfway up. But still we'll climb, hand over Mouth, fist over...

I'm calling all intellectuals and other traitors; Rousers of the rabble and the instigators Get your war on and curry favour to United States of the state of nature. Rest on cliches weather-beaten, we've arrived having...

Where there's no smoke, We've been burned alive, hearing two-cent mind cut us down to size. Dancing with the spectre of unsolicited conjecture. While the emperor, he sold his clothes for opening slots on local...

Where there's no smoke, We've been burned alive, hearing two-cent mind cut us down to size. Dancing with the spectre of unsolicited conjecture. While the emperor, he sold his clothes for opening slots on local shows...