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This is a call to arms, so grab your guns and get your horses. Only the dead have seen the end of this fight. This is a call to arms, so all you fallen soldiers sing with me: death or glory. So march with me if you believe there's any hope for us. I've been hiding in these trenches for far too long. All is fair in love and war, so they tell me. All is fair in love and war, so they say. Come on, come on, there has to be a better way. Get up, get up, let's leave this mess. I know a place that we can get away from all of this. Come on come on, get up get up. I've been dreaming of us leaving everything and everyone we've ever known. I've been thinking all these visions must be a sign, so hold on and don't let go. No, we can't leave till you tell me everything. So come clean, don't talk in tongues. Talk in tongues. It's time to bring out your dead. And the skeletons that you've been hiding. Tell me everything I need to know. Bring out your dead. [2x] So march with me if you believe there's any hope for us. I've been hiding in these trenches for far too long. All is fair in love and war, so they tell me. All is fair in love and war, so they say. Come on come on, get up get up. I know a place that we can get away from all of this. Yeah. [2x] I couldn't see a thing till I shut my eyes. I never knew a thing till I lost my mind. I would sell my soul to know it all, but I held the keys all this time. [2x] I've been dreaming of us leaving everything and everyone we've ever known. I've been thinking all these visions must be a sign, so hold on and don't let go. Bring out your dead. [3x]
You said you can't get to heaven unless you get high But there's no word of hell on the way back down You said it's now or never, You only live once Would you be so quick to walk over to my grave? You said you'll never be younger than you are tonight Now I've never felt weaker in all my life You said it's only a one off, only a line But now it's a circle, all of the time Well, it's a one man cult and he's serving his line It's a "Lust For Life" but it's a lifeless wine He kissed her hand and then he found out her name, It's Death and now he can't seem to wake You can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with the wolf Are you addicted? Tell me the truth I think I'm losing my mind They say the poison's in the dosage and they must be right Left with panic attacks and death riding our backs It all looks so much worse on the way back down I'm so #ed up since I hit the ground Revive me
If you have a message, you should try many different avenues of approach to project it. Those that want to hear it will of their own accord.
Here's one of my interpretations :
The talking heads doth vehemently speak,
spitting rhetoric like acid on the topic of freedom.
From thier bully pulpit we are made weak,
soaking up the lies that weigh heavily on our hearts like venom.
With arms held high we outwardly question,
when all pathways traverse back to ourselves.
Those that serve us offer only the lesson,
that the truth is perverted once it leaves our souls.
Vote for the devil in return for false promise,
and watch your hope fade again this quadrennial.
When all votes are cast dissolving shrouds reaveal lawless,
vampires and demons after control incremental.
Draining the lifeblood of freedom not eternal,
waxing and waning under the weight of those evil.
"Forever," once bright now seems so infernal,
filled with anger, sorrow wand unholy upheaval.
In aeons past, we sought the answers externally,
only to watch the truth dissapate into the void.
The time has come to search for eternally,
resounding truths unabashed, nor paranoid.
Carry thine message to audiences vast,
that despite adversity thou shalt succeed.
In joyous harmony, with one voice avast,
and smite evil while planting love's seed.
Thine journey is long though not lonely,
for once you speaketh, the masses will listen.
Ultimate truths bellow foreboding and loudly,
and are the foundation of a future that glistens.
Hearken the voice, that of your heart,
without it thou art lacking a shepard.
To think is to be, proclaimed Descartes,
thou shall stand alone or die with the herd.
Originally posted by 0zzymand0s
I have woken from a deep sleep, rolled over, grabbed my guitar and a tape recorder and laid down a whole song -- from start to finish -- in one take. It's not coming from me, and I am amused when people claim it is. It's a friendly kind of amusement though, and I take it as the compliment it is, and move on. The best stuff I have ever written comes in a flash of inspiration. I've written good stuff that came much more slowly, and I appreciate it for what it is, but for me -- I am always looking to get home to THAT place.