22-11-2011, 02:29 PM
Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth
"Follow me through the pages
And over the ages
Building cages for the future of man
They prey on hope, fear, and those down and looking for something
You can still smell the death, the stink of blood on their hands
The definition of religion: Segregation with a vision
Armageddon's ammunition
Man, I call em like I see
I see a cold dark planet headed straight for the end
Like it was all just a figment of our imaginations"
"Follow me through the pages
And over the ages
Building cages for the future of man
They prey on hope, fear, and those down and looking for something
You can still smell the death, the stink of blood on their hands
The definition of religion: Segregation with a vision
Armageddon's ammunition
Man, I call em like I see
I see a cold dark planet headed straight for the end
Like it was all just a figment of our imaginations"
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"A morning impurified dully , is starving. A night to be staind by the merciless dark . The orbit this planet goes into is destined to be a distorted circle , forever. I curse today i am living on , cause it's the same as yesterday. The uncertainty of tomorrow i fear for the moment i realized that it all had been collapsed."