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Not The Band – His Own God lyrics
He was the victim of a parasitic dream
He couldn’t move, he was a slave to his mind
And his body was a carbon-based machine
He saw an angel in a wire from the sky
A mind is broken
When no word is spoken
From the Heavens
We’re bags of bones and blood
Remainders of old Noah’s flood
We’re living
But unforgiven
He sat in solitude and cursed the pain inside
He ate solutions while he shook like a leaf
And they sang songs of hope while all the spirits cried
Until he fell into his ugly beauty sleep
A fire burns out
When nobody turns out
To be honest
And we see who they are
Our shadows live and die
One night we’ll say goodbye
It dawns upon us...
We’re full of scars
A choir sings and keeps him wide awake all night
A pack of white wolves circle ‘round his cold bed
A smell of kerosene comes from the other side
The angel hanging from the wire is dead
Our books are buried
In the cemetery
One sad day
(Goodbye)
We cross our final lines
Dig gold from empty mines
And that’s a bad way
To die
A bad way to die
He couldn’t move, he was a slave to his mind
And his body was a carbon-based machine
He saw an angel in a wire from the sky
A mind is broken
When no word is spoken
From the Heavens
We’re bags of bones and blood
Remainders of old Noah’s flood
We’re living
But unforgiven
He sat in solitude and cursed the pain inside
He ate solutions while he shook like a leaf
And they sang songs of hope while all the spirits cried
Until he fell into his ugly beauty sleep
A fire burns out
When nobody turns out
To be honest
And we see who they are
Our shadows live and die
One night we’ll say goodbye
It dawns upon us...
We’re full of scars
A choir sings and keeps him wide awake all night
A pack of white wolves circle ‘round his cold bed
A smell of kerosene comes from the other side
The angel hanging from the wire is dead
Our books are buried
In the cemetery
One sad day
(Goodbye)
We cross our final lines
Dig gold from empty mines
And that’s a bad way
To die
A bad way to die
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