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Fiction Passes
02:59
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WE WANT THE SUN TO WARM UP OUR BONES
WE WANT TO FEEL THE SOIL UNDERNEATH OUR TOES
WE WANT TO FEEL LIKE WE'RE NOT ALONE
WE WANT TO KNOW THAT WE'RE FINALLY HOME
BUT WE NEED THE CLOUDS TO BRING US THE RAIN
WE NEED THE PILLS TO MANAGE THE PAIN
WE NEED TO FEEL LIKE WE'RE NOT THE SAME
WE NEED A GOD TO FINALLY TAKE THE BLAME
BUT WE HOPE TRUTH CAN SET US FREE
WE HOPE THE WIND WILL BRING SANITY
WE HOPE THERE'S SOMETHING WE CANNOT SEE
WE HOPE THAT WE CAN MAKE OURSELVES BELIEVE
BUT WE KNOW THAT FICTION PASSES FOR TRUE
WE KNOW THAT MADNESS IS LONG OVER DUE
WE KNOW THERE'S NO NEW SOLUTION WE CAN COME TO
WE KNOW IT'S A CRIME TO SAY WE OUTGREW
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Other Languages
03:31
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DOGS ARE ON THE SIDE ROAD, DOGS ARE IN OUR BED
GOD’S WORDS START TO CORRODE, WE’RE SICK AND OVER FED
BUT IF WE COULD SEE IN COLOR, WE WOULD NOT SUBMIT
BUT YOU’RE A LITTLE FIELD MOUSE, AND I’M A GLOVE THAT FITS
FINDING ALL THE GOOD SALES, AND ALL THAT WE HAVE BEEN
BECAUSE FUCKING PEOPLE ALWAYS PAYS, IN OTHER LANGUAGES
WE CAN STILL FEEL HOLY, OH BUT IT’S CONTRIVED
SO CUT DOWN ALL THE OAK TREES AND ALL WE CAST ASIDE
OUR LEGS CAUGHT INSIDE ALL THE TRAPS
WE’LL LAY AND WAIT AND PRAY FOR THE COLLAPSE
BECAUSE WE’RE ALL HUMAN BEINGS
ALL WRAPPED UP IN SKIN
WAKING UP FROM SLUMBER
TO SEE HOW THIS BEGINS
WISH WE WERE MOVING SLOWER
WISH YOU COULD HAVE YOUR BRIDE
BUT HER LOVE IS PROSTITUTION
NOT WHAT WE CAST ASIDE
THROWING DOGS ALL OUR FOOD WHILE WE EAT SCRAPS
WE’LL LAY AND WAIT AND PRAY FOR THE COLLAPSE
SO HOPE THAT ALL THE WORDS YOU HEARD WERE MISREAD
AND HOPE THAT YOU DIE QUIET AS A RICH MAN
YOU FORGOT TO THROW YOUR BOUQUET
I FORGOT THE SECOND VERSE
LET'S REWORD ALL THE CLICHES WE'LL PUT THEM IN THE HOOK
LOSE OURSELVES IN REASON HEAR SONGS ABOUT THE GREAT DIVIDE REMEMBER ALL THE SEASONS AND ALL WE CAST ASIDE
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