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suddenly I felt all the weight
Of all of my shame and my heartbreak
Washed away buried in the grave it was over
As soon as I simply prayed the words
Father

met my daughter
What if my son he never met me
Take my time, do it like my father
Stand up tall when you're talkin to me
When I'm faced with all of my

Within the Gates

Eidolon

Coma Nation

for this you will learn!!

All of before you are one in the same
Sent on a quest by the ones who bear shame
Within the gates now there is no escape

While the years passed me by, trapped in Captivity
So much the Prodigal Son! Time was done
Took my first step outside, who was waitin' on me

After all

see it we're both going to hell
But on my way there I'll enjoy that smell
Of my rose covered grave I buried all by myself
You took all your dreams

through your Son
He bled and died in our place
The victory is won
He rose up out of the grave
Our Saviour and King
Now all who call on his name
Can be saved

Raise the Roof

Public Enemy

Yo! Bum Rush the Show

1987

the roof

        Raise the roof because it's all on fire
        Not done by the sun or electrical wire
        Not done by sons stricking matches with

Crimson

Edge of Sanity

Crimson

1996

birth 
to man. 
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred 
bastard sons. 
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live

Gumby

Aimee Mann

Charmer

2012

is how things begin
The front yard taken by the cross
Backyards with the shiny pieces of tin
So much fury buried in

Gumby, you should call your

differences and care for
those in need
To look into the mirror and teach our own
damn history
And never to forget the children buried
underneath

As we sing:
Oh

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

Bury them all
In a landfill

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor and Peter Furler
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music

more to me
It's more than us to see our sons and all our daughters eat
'Cause I got cops tryna lock me, opps out tryna slaughter me
But I stay prayed

I’m withering away
I am buried in this grave
This grave is all i’ve ever known (ever know)
I’m withering away
(Fuck)

He’s eternally a creature

your face in hell

Forever and always
Until the end of our days

May our graves be buried 
Side by side by fucking side

The story continues on
My heart

(Vrmmm)
Put him in a stretcher and carry em out (Boom, Boom)
I'm rowdy like rebel folks give me a shovel
I'm digging his grave ima bury him now (On gang)

Seven Hillsides

Ricky Skaggs

Soldier of the Cross

1999

the blood red dawn.

I've buried men before their time
Of alcohol and blackened lung
But how to bury seven of these
Appalachian miners sons.
Who stormed

at the bottom
Selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning and
Laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher
Honest

know you know
That I've been working some plans for you
Only in my time will it carry you
See you had some dreams
But pain buried them
But I sent my Son

Cause these niggas all in they Fendi bag
Hard for the internet
Never been into that
Bringing my winners back
Niggas who really rap
Niggas who live

the subject
They've taught you well collar around your neck
Buried under debt they got yo sorry ass in check
Babylon must die open your eyes

On sait pas trop

tomb
Unravel those graves clothes
They’re not meant for you
We call dry bones to life
Dead hearts to beat again
All sons and daughters to rise up in Him

what I wrote
All the bodies buried in the walls
I will find them all

When the day's end has passed us by
When the stars fall from the sky
Well, I'd do

should not rule again
These yellow winged fiends only had a single plan
All they ever wanted was to take control of we land

Sons of Adam daughters of Eve

at the bottom
Selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning
And laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher
Honest