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Crime Of The SentryThis wind blows coldFrom every direction There is an ancient saying I know it, how could we forget But this gold weighs in heavy And the tide seems so low We sleep in our future's ashes Echo the evil dreams of Guantanamo! Behold the rotting of the west Hide between the lines on your television set... Tread lightly my child The sentries are out tonight Tread lightly my child Searching eyes will find us If we do not go now Yes, there is a saying But the tongue Seems numb My ears are filled with white noise My eyes drowned in blood These neon lights surround me A blanket deceivingly warm Or are they really preying eyes On lambs, without a voice Confirmation and control Violently takes the leading role Silver screen carnage like the days of old Funny how destruction looks Better from above Tread lightly my child The sentries are out tonight Tread lightly my child Searching eyes will find us If we do not go now |