Lyrics:
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
took place.
Man became a fallen sinner. Fallen from God, fallen from grace.
I saw the crimson line all trough history.
The need for a messiah to set
was the knights and dragons created by the sub-
Division through thoughts of mankind.
Beautiful maidens and high elves
Do my history written in time.
History of hate that never ends
This ignorance that we can't escape
Threatened by what you don't understand
Erase your bigotry, and start today
I'll
Lead me by an open eye
Unexplained religion me
I need an easy answer
Where are we in such a hurry
Such a worry running round?
Never minding where
to give
My situation's getting major by the second
That fool that shot his whole school up
Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)
And ain't no body even thinkin' bout
seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
like my good hand I
Tatooed e.v.i.l. across it's brother's
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
into the mausoleum
Of memories forgotten
We have grasped at the cosmic puzzle laid before us
Impatient newborns surrounded by dignified giants
The scope
Lies!" claimed the liar
When truth had widened every eye
History re-written
Once the false was told "goodbye!"
Alone, the once proud shape now
incarcerated for packing a nine
Now history repeat itself, there's black on black
Check my backround, there's evidence just hide it's back
Eliminate all
and pain
So many years gotta deal wit the aggravated mind
Time is money
But the money is so addicted to me
It's just history
From shit I be kickin so
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
really am not of your kind.
See, your history a book of blood
Horror designed by human brains, I can't forget!
Where are the tortured souls now?
Who
In peaceful silence she lies there and sleeps
Dreaming of secrets concealed in the deeps
Of our long forgotten history.
Those who are devoted
A limitation to utilization,
My vanish is desenvated by semblance of banish,
Struggle for fatal strength shall rise
My vanity is just usurpation
The shocking truth the 13 souls the time ticks
Peacefully. A horrid tale a frightful day now locked in
History. As one by one the chosen gone some
Empty world of nothing universe of the past. Silent
Place of mourning history of mishaps. Wipe away
The future for it is gone forever.
Gone
different like strokes
But there's no Arnold, Willis, Mr. Drummond and no jokes
I'm provoked, by a world who wants to choke me out
My light's lit, but like
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
[Musical Arrangement: Ted Kirkpatrick All instruments played by Ted Kirkpatrick]
Between the years of 1861-1865,
Over 620,000 Americans died from
If you read the papers you may see
History in the making
You'll read what they say life is all about
They say it's there for the taking
Yeah, but
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