Underneath the Hall

kill whats right and
trace what's wrong
it was the regulators
native song

things will happen
time goes on
shake youre hands
and kill whats wrong

its mourning under
underneath
its mourning under
underneath
its mourning under
underneath
underneath the hall

if you remember this
if you remember me
move your feet
to this irony

things have changed
time goes on
trace what's right
and sing this song

you can tell me
anything
you can tell me
anything
oh please tell me
anything
anything at all

Stand in line

one last time to hit the road
this one last time to cut some throat
oh one last time to feel so good
one last time in the name of god

machines of steel, they stand in line
built to conquer, to split some spine
these plans we have, they're in our minds
but nobody knows and everyone's blind

if someone moves and spits and yells
they won't listen if he tells
the truth
the truth
the truth

you are alone
you are alone
you are alone
you are alone

Fear in a handfull of dust

Coincident crafters chanting their spells
the hive of creation, in a moonlight shell
the struggeling with knowledge
is causing the pain
we live for emotion, we wait for the bell

the moment seems clear, evolving from dust
the streets are so empty
we walk them in silence, we know that we must
follow this path, in our dawning glow
the rise of the sun, it happens to slow

so strong we are, when our stars start to fade
we are born to get better, to steal others life
the truth won't kill us, that's what they say
we'll never felt better, then walking this way