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The American Dream (07/29/2008)
07/29/2008
1.
2.
II. The Prey
3.
4.
5.
I. The Hunter
6.
Famous Last Words
7.
A Long Walk Home
8.
9.
Discovery Of Jones
10.
11.
Night Of A Thousand Torches
12.
. . .


Tonight, tonight, tonight
Go!

Tonight is ours
Give me your passion
Tonight is ours
Give me your heart
Tonight is ours
Now and forever
Tonight is ours
We bleed tonight

Live out your dream,
With everything you have inside you
This world can't hold us back forever!

We bleed tonight is ours
Give me your passion
Tonight is ours
Give me your heart
Tonight is ours
Now and forever
Tonight is ours

. . .

II. The Prey

[No lyrics]

. . .


Fuck the American Dream.
I know it all too well, I've watched my whole life.
I've felt those callused hands and looked into those broken eyes.
One more bleeding heart that will never see its time.
You suffer to survive, it will bury you alive.

Fuck this place, burn it down. Everything I've loved is gone.
This is not my home, I've played my final song.
Tear us down, free us all.

Sell your soul for something meaningless.
A slow death for the corporate mess, and we call this happiness.
What are we left with in the end? Defeat.
A lifetime of obedience kicking in your teeth.

Fuck this place, burn it down. Everything I've loved is gone.
This is not my home, I've played my final song.
Tear us down, free us all.

We were sold a promise of a better tomorrow,
Fuck the American Dream.
We were told that our choices were our own,
Fuck the American Dream.
Promised the opportunity of a lifetime,
Fuck the American Dream.
Deceived we could be all we can be.
Fuck the American Dream.

. . .


the smell of day, youre infect the worst, whats this sometimes, you get nothing in retire, youre noth' frier frier for us, the regets one, between my am, whats that, the world forever gone.

for spending all youre lies, for you we walk this time (i've got this time) forbidden this
these' nothing to be, nothing to be Nothing, I just peek they We're got to pain got to pain Got To.

Sincerer day, for stain my braight, for signs without nothing eyes
chepp it and sets to wright, youre noth' frier frier for us, the regets one(the regets one), between my am, whats that, the world forever gone.

everyone who take youre lies, for you we walk this time (i've got this time) forbidden this
these' nothing to be, nothing to be Nothing, I just peek they We're got to pain got to pain Got to,
eye for youre rejects, you're name what you pay, all of me
forbidden this
these' nothing to be, nothing to be Nothing.

For 'cept me all your lies, everything you sad you lie, inside this straight good fight.
...'cause you will balk this torn!
eye, forbidden this
these' nothing to be, nothing to be Nothing, I just peek they We're got to pain got to pain Got to
Eye for youre rejects, you're name what you pay, all of me
forbidden this
these' nothing to be, nothing to ne Nothing (these' nothing to be, nothing to be Nothing, I just peek they, you're name what you pay, all of me).

. . .

I. The Hunter

[No lyrics]

. . .

Famous Last Words

[No lyrics]

. . .

A Long Walk Home

[No lyrics]

. . .


"Lock the door, a killer is loose
Head count is 3.
A terrifying reality that won't end.
It's the shock of the century.

Blueprint of hate,
Blueprint of death.
Evidence will soon unfold.

Stateside road A1A.
Searching.
Another trail left cold.
Searching.
Body still not found.
Searching.
Discovery too unreal.

News is in.
Only bones remain.
Horror.
One after another.
Horror.
The gruesome three are found.
Horror.
Decaying bodies lay.

Report is in.
The wolf has struck again.
This is the work of a madman.
The true face of evil.
This is the work of a madman.
The true face of death.

Your time is up,
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
The noose is set for your demise.

We must.
Convict at any cost.
We must.
Lay them to rest.
We must.
Grant the request.
The end will justify the means.

Terror.
A mother cries out.
Terror.
A turn for the worse.
Terror.
A nation shocked by fear.
You turned him loose to kill again.

This is the work of a madman.
The true face of evil.
This is the work of a madman.
The true face of death."

. . .

Discovery Of Jones

[No lyrics]

. . .


Endless days, I've got to find a way
Who am I?
I die a little more each day
Pull out this affliction with my own two hands
I need to be a better man
Can't you see through me?
All I have is me but I don't know who I am
Spent life holding on
No chance of hope, no thought of bond
I don't know who I am, I don't know who I am
Why did it all go wrong?

Endless days, got to find a way
Who am I?
I die a little more each day
At 13 so I kept you at afar
Just wanted life to leave my heart
Shot up what all went wrong
Fuck it I'm not that strong
Endless days, got to find a way
Who am I?
I die a little more each day
Endless days, got to find a way
I die a little more each day

Who are you to tell me how to live my life?
I've given you all that I have and there's no turning back
And there's no turning back now
It's time to fight
Make a choice and stand
What I've done with my life
Determines these endless days

End less days x4

These endless days x3

. . .

Night Of A Thousand Torches

[No lyrics]

. . .


Now I see
I never knew closed eyes could kill me
Now I know, and I see you for who you are
I've spent too much of my life watching you hide inside
Hoping you'd pull it off but your far from anything real

She said let the slaughter begin
Her tears spill to the floor
What a beautiful sight it is
As she lays down to again, to die again

Once and for all I want someone to owe what's mine
Look to the future with no more lies
I'm writing you up for the final time
This was just the point of pleasure was all mine
This will be the last time, the last time I try

Now I close my eyes

She said let the slaughter begin
Her tears spill to the floor
What a beautiful sight it is
As she lays down to again, to die again

. . .


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