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Protest the Hero - Blindfolds AsideWe woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killersAs we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayerThe steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragileWith a heart that's beating louder than my ownI watch a girl they call KeziaI watch a woman that I knowmy hopes and my own future blindfoldedTo atone for a sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debtsA sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettesand No one ever said that hope would be so beautifuland no one ever said I'd have to pull that trigger, on herI can't even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and the obligated;Five soldiers forever sedated with the,"No one's responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble, dribbleHer tiny steps tell lies about the choice I have to make;Resurrect a static lifetime to starve to death my own mistakesSo pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dryOr drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes?Drop the gun(pull), drop the gun(the), drop the gun(trigger), drop the gun.
Pink Floyd - The TrialGood morning, the worm, your honor,The crown will plainly show,The prisoner who now stands before you,Was caught red-handed showing feelings.Showing feelings of an almost human nature.This will not do.Call the schoolmaster!I always said he'd come to no good,In the end, your honor.If they'd let me have my way,I could have flayed him into shape.But my hands were tied.The bleeding hearts and artists,Let him get away with murder.Let me hammer him today.Crazy.Toys in the attic, I am crazy.Truly gone fishing.They must have taken my marbles away.(crazy. toys in the attic, he is crazy.)You little shit, you're in it now.I hope they throw away the key.You should've talked to me more often than you did.But no! you had to go your own way.Have you broken any homes up lately?Just five minutes, worm, your honor,Him and me alone.Baaaaaabe!Come to mother, baby.Let me hold you in my arms.M'lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble.Why'd he ever have to leave me?Worm, your honor, let me take him home.Crazy.Over the rainbow, I am crazy.Bars in the window.There must have been a door there in the wall.For when I came in. . .(crazy. over the rainbow, he is crazy.)The evidence before the court is incontrovertible.There's no need for the jury to retire.In all my years of judging I have never heard before,Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.The way you made them suffer,Your exquisite wife and mother,Fills me with the urge to defecate! -- no, judge, the jury!Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.Tear down the wall!
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan I missed you.
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan I missed that welcome.
I dont really relate to songs. Ill think lyrics are cool or well written, but relating to them? Not so much. Music just has to be fun to listen to for me. Sometimes I'll enjoy a deeper song, but nothing big.Although..."YOU WERE SCREAMIN AT YOUR MUM AND I WAS PUNCHIN YA DAADD"Is some pretty intense stuff.The Young Knives singer is insane haha