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Running Redlights
02:24
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In the pouring rains we're staring down this road again
We kept right on walking, sidestepping insanity
and we fucking prayed there'd be a means to the ends
now we're running redlights to hide or survive or to get nowhere at all
flooded by the headlines that left us empathy deprived
with stupidity as our grandest praise
we walk un-fazed and swinging at everything in site
as if there's a way to prove what a man should be
and there ain't a damn thing we can do to stop it
I dont know if we know how to be there for each other anymore
There was a war inside us and we couldnt see the scheme
the lasting light hung dull enough to not give us up
so when the doors opened, we were the last ones standing
and you looked through me as it all went by
I ran every red light to get back to the tracks in time
and i learned it's the little things that keep us going
like names and a date carved in the trestle frame
reminding me not to run in front of that train
Most of us just want to live outspoken
and forged anew in the path we were convinced of
we'll live to lift these hanging heads
they get nothing more from us.
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Dearly Devoted
01:59
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Their fields were once so pretty
now a bomb fails to justify where they slipped in our defeat
Those conversations spoke volumes to me
I built a foundation on reasoning
and aimed to discard grandeur for beauty
no longer digging through the hurt to find the worst
in a cycle we needed to break
if this microphone is a vehicle for change
then we must resist the vacancy that's blanketing
I will take my aim from the same old place
sheltering my spirit from the emptiness that pervades
in a Removal Act tactic they ripped from history's playbook
like a reared-up disguise in a mellow sunrise that hides then blinds our purpose
We make a choice to think or fail:
A principle that unveiled itself to me and never left my side
because my mind belongs to me and my spirit belongs to me
I'm not giving it all away
Im not trading conviction for apathy
Im not giving it all away
Im not trading this clarity for anything
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More Than An Echo
03:46
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I wish we could’ve been there
I never could shed yesterday’s skin
when the “until next times” turn into “I may never see you agains” we vow to remember that
It’ll always be more than a sound to us and we’ll hold close every word we said
It’s in the action and the first step you take when you walk off that plank
And you know that it’s over but it’s truly just beginning
It’s that conflicting feeling that strikes when you haven’t slept in days
And you’re left stumbling out of the van half-awake
knowing an old familiar face will redeem that faith before morning steals us away
Maybe (maybe) we walk off with dignity
Every fight outweighed by the belief in what this meant
Even if there’s nothing left of you and me here
It was for the kids who lost all faith in this life
And those who beat their heads against the wall
You can take the ideal to the world outside and we’ll kiss these rooms goodbye
As we tip our hats to half-mast flags and moments of silence
And farewell hugs on the steps outside will remind us of what we leave behind
We could still be a movement. There’s so much more to say.
We don’t have to die in Jackson’s shade before the crossing with this marrow of doubt in our bones
romanticizing the beliefs we thought we couldn’t hold as we grew older
Old man, can’t you see-
we all ache, we all need, we all mourn, we’re all losing
What is the same of me is the same of you
I’ll hold here.
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