What shepherds of these hills?! What stewards of our guild?! Time ain't been kind to them We know that history will be the harshest judge We're sat on the jury, but we are all condemned For that...
Always thought I was a novelty little creature, Nobody warns you that the death of hope won’t feature Any sort of big event To mark its significance After we finish ourselves off, we ain’t leaving...
The audience, asleep on their feet All fell down, they all fell down I did my best to just get up and leave Common sense had always been a good friend to me 'Til we fell out quickly Take that outside...
We came to scorch the earth then hang ourselves Casual beyond reproach the cruel ones never boast On to the sea, burn Athens to the ground The summer heat did half our work But Sherman still was proud...
Right there beneath the tall oak tree in the backyard by the old swing Where the sand box once stood By the stack of chopped wood I left my childhood Now all those memories are climbing through these...
From the bottom I open my eyes I can't see the top but I can see the light I am surrounded by murky water I know that I'll break the surface and When I do we'll be much stronger Sometimes I muddy...
Climb inside a different skin
Mold yourself so that you fit in
So quiet, they're loud
Novel sounds of the nouveau south
Worked their way throughout the crowd
So quiet, they're loud
Oh, I'm crying out mercy, mercy, mercy Hold my feet to the fire, baby I thought I was the worst of my kind And I'm sure torture might be a means to my end I see the nature of the beast I swear...
High as kites Making that medicine Jawing with the dead and gone Come spirit, pick me up I need a lift, a cloven tongue To sit atop my head And make sense of the things I’ve said Tonight we just...