Jeff Findel's

These are the eyes that can't see me
These are the hands that drop your trust
These are the boots that kick you around
This is the tongue that speaks on the inside
These are the ears that ring with hate
This is the face that'll never change
This is the fist that grinds you down
This is the voice of silence no more

These are the legs that in circles run
This is the beating you'll never know
These are the lips that taste no freedom
This is the feel that's not so safe
This is the face you'll never change
This is the God that aint so pure
This is the God that is not pure
This is the voice of silence no more

We the people
Are we the people?
We the people
Are we the people?

Some kind of monster, some kind of monster
Some kind of monster, this monster lives

This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This is the pain that never leaves
This is the tongue that whips you down
This the burden of every man
These are the screams that pierce your skin
This is the voice of silence no more

This is the test of flesh and soul
This is the trap that smells so good
This is the flood that drains these eyes
These are the looks that chill to the bone
These are the fears that swing overhead
These are the weights that hold you down
This is the end that will never end
This is the voice of silence no more
We the people
Are we the people?
We the people
Are we the people?

Some kind of monster, some kind of monster
Some kind of monster, this monster lives

This is the cloud that swallows trust
This is the black that uncolors us
This is the face that you hide from
This is the mask that comes undone
Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us

This is the cloud that swallows trust
This is the black that uncolors us
This is the face that you hide from
This is the mask that comes undone

Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us
Ominous, I'm in us

Are we the people?
Some kind of monster
Some kind of monster
Some kind of monster
This monster lives

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2004-07-22 3:30 PM Illegal Music Downloads Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (1) Share on Facebook	These are the eyes that can't see me These are the hands that drop your trust These are the boots that kick you around This is the tongue that speaks on the inside These are the ears that ring with hate This is the face that'll never change This is the fist that grinds you down This is the voice of silence no more These are the legs that in circles run This is the beating you'll never know These are the lips that taste no freedom This is the feel that's not so safe This is the face you'll never change This is the God that aint so pure This is the God that is not pure This is the voice of silence no more We the people Are we the people? We the people Are we the people? Some kind of monster, some kind of monster Some kind of monster, this monster lives This is the face that stones you cold This is the moment that needs to breathe These are the claws that scratch these wounds This is the pain that never leaves This is the tongue that whips you down This the burden of every man These are the screams that pierce your skin This is the voice of silence no more This is the test of flesh and soul This is the trap that smells so good This is the flood that drains these eyes These are the looks that chill to the bone These are the fears that swing overhead These are the weights that hold you down This is the end that will never end This is the voice of silence no more We the people Are we the people? We the people Are we the people? Some kind of monster, some kind of monster Some kind of monster, this monster lives This is the cloud that swallows trust This is the black that uncolors us This is the face that you hide from This is the mask that comes undone Ominous, I'm in us Ominous, I'm in us Ominous, I'm in us Ominous, I'm in us This is the cloud that swallows trust This is the black that uncolors us This is the face that you hide from This is the mask that comes undone Ominous, I'm in us Ominous, I'm in us Ominous, I'm in us Ominous, I'm in us Are we the people? Some kind of monster Some kind of monster Some kind of monster This monster lives *WARNING* Unless you pay $.99 in royalties within the next 15 minutes to www.metallica-owns-your-ass.com authorities will bust down your door, take your computer, and send copies of all of the internet porn you've looked up on it to your grandmother. Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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