Song | Silent Earth |
Artist | Mr. J. Medeiros |
Album | Of Gods and Girls |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | |
[00:22.15] | Before the war of the worlds I draw closer till it’s all over |
[00:25.13] | The All Knowing knocking doors till they all open |
[00:27.56] | I crawl hoping for a moment to stand |
[00:29.45] | Only to fall sober with an omen in hand |
[00:31.81] | I call for Oprah but she won’t understand |
[00:33.87] | What’s going through a mans mind media land minds |
[00:36.33] | They feeding on a mans pride |
[00:37.67] | Bleeding and can't find a tourniquet |
[00:39.55] | This evil got its thorn in my side and keeps turning it |
[00:41.76] | People we were born to survive and be permanent |
[00:44.29] | The sequel is the morning we rise |
[00:45.85] | The Kings returning |
[00:46.98] | To keep us from burning in our own flames |
[00:49.14] | Learning to speak but I’m worried if its long range |
[00:51.06] | Surely the speakers will reassure they want change |
[00:53.57] | Hurry the reaper is burying the whole game hold it |
[00:56.51] | We maintain the same pain but can’t show it |
[00:58.34] | From hand made to brand name gangs to famed poets |
[01:01.54] | Planting seeds and yet they can't sow it |
[01:03.56] | Got me standing in the hands of thieves |
[01:05.47] | Planning a take over |
[01:06.44] | I’m demanding that they break open |
[01:08.21] | They the poison in the lung that shrank |
[01:10.62] | From chain smoking |
[01:11.70] | I blame the choking on the air that we breath |
[01:13.50] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[01:15.40] | On an atlas were we share the need |
[01:17.08] | But don’t care to feed the lonely |
[01:18.49] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[01:20.32] | Somebody please hold me |
[01:24.52] | |
[01:40.81] | Ever since the day that I was created |
[01:42.78] | I never thought that I would state |
[01:44.29] | That I wasn’t afraid to die |
[01:45.91] | But today my sight is better then the naked eye |
[01:47.74] | I’m a letter from the editor |
[01:49.11] | Telling ya feathers were made to fly |
[01:50.98] | And forever was made for I |
[01:52.14] | Written within the text of intolerable sin |
[01:54.51] | The blame resides |
[01:55.36] | Together our names collide till the taste of bread and wine |
[01:58.18] | Restore the people to the place they coincide |
[02:00.18] | With the omnipotent glory of God is infinite |
[02:02.68] | The intricate meanings of life define innocence |
[02:05.29] | Divine instruments |
[02:06.16] | Depending on who breathe through it |
[02:07.76] | Designed with a sense of harmony |
[02:09.47] | Arm me with sheet music |
[02:10.96] | The type the meek speak fluent |
[02:12.31] | Till I’m knee deep in ruins |
[02:13.50] | With a seed that keeps blooming from concrete |
[02:15.72] | Pursuing an illuminate kiss |
[02:17.30] | Competing with a lunar eclipse |
[02:19.03] | I’m speaking of the tunes we equip |
[02:20.97] | With a T.V. and a super model |
[02:22.28] | The inherent need to be free |
[02:23.89] | From who we choose to follow |
[02:25.01] | And the tools we use to hollow our existence |
[02:27.14] | I refuse to loose this battle |
[02:28.51] | Choose the power in resistance |
[02:29.78] | In the hour of indifference where the innocent bleed |
[02:31.83] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[02:33.74] | On an atlas where we share the need |
[02:35.42] | But don’t care to feed the lonely |
[02:36.84] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[02:38.15] | Somebody please hold me |
[02:41.87] |
[00:00.00] | |
[00:22.15] | Before the war of the worlds I draw closer till it' s all over |
[00:25.13] | The All Knowing knocking doors till they all open |
[00:27.56] | I crawl hoping for a moment to stand |
[00:29.45] | Only to fall sober with an omen in hand |
[00:31.81] | I call for Oprah but she won' t understand |
[00:33.87] | What' s going through a mans mind media land minds |
[00:36.33] | They feeding on a mans pride |
[00:37.67] | Bleeding and can' t find a tourniquet |
[00:39.55] | This evil got its thorn in my side and keeps turning it |
[00:41.76] | People we were born to survive and be permanent |
[00:44.29] | The sequel is the morning we rise |
[00:45.85] | The Kings returning |
[00:46.98] | To keep us from burning in our own flames |
[00:49.14] | Learning to speak but I' m worried if its long range |
[00:51.06] | Surely the speakers will reassure they want change |
[00:53.57] | Hurry the reaper is burying the whole game hold it |
[00:56.51] | We maintain the same pain but can' t show it |
[00:58.34] | From hand made to brand name gangs to famed poets |
[01:01.54] | Planting seeds and yet they can' t sow it |
[01:03.56] | Got me standing in the hands of thieves |
[01:05.47] | Planning a take over |
[01:06.44] | I' m demanding that they break open |
[01:08.21] | They the poison in the lung that shrank |
[01:10.62] | From chain smoking |
[01:11.70] | I blame the choking on the air that we breath |
[01:13.50] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[01:15.40] | On an atlas were we share the need |
[01:17.08] | But don' t care to feed the lonely |
[01:18.49] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[01:20.32] | Somebody please hold me |
[01:24.52] | |
[01:40.81] | Ever since the day that I was created |
[01:42.78] | I never thought that I would state |
[01:44.29] | That I wasn' t afraid to die |
[01:45.91] | But today my sight is better then the naked eye |
[01:47.74] | I' m a letter from the editor |
[01:49.11] | Telling ya feathers were made to fly |
[01:50.98] | And forever was made for I |
[01:52.14] | Written within the text of intolerable sin |
[01:54.51] | The blame resides |
[01:55.36] | Together our names collide till the taste of bread and wine |
[01:58.18] | Restore the people to the place they coincide |
[02:00.18] | With the omnipotent glory of God is infinite |
[02:02.68] | The intricate meanings of life define innocence |
[02:05.29] | Divine instruments |
[02:06.16] | Depending on who breathe through it |
[02:07.76] | Designed with a sense of harmony |
[02:09.47] | Arm me with sheet music |
[02:10.96] | The type the meek speak fluent |
[02:12.31] | Till I' m knee deep in ruins |
[02:13.50] | With a seed that keeps blooming from concrete |
[02:15.72] | Pursuing an illuminate kiss |
[02:17.30] | Competing with a lunar eclipse |
[02:19.03] | I' m speaking of the tunes we equip |
[02:20.97] | With a T. V. and a super model |
[02:22.28] | The inherent need to be free |
[02:23.89] | From who we choose to follow |
[02:25.01] | And the tools we use to hollow our existence |
[02:27.14] | I refuse to loose this battle |
[02:28.51] | Choose the power in resistance |
[02:29.78] | In the hour of indifference where the innocent bleed |
[02:31.83] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[02:33.74] | On an atlas where we share the need |
[02:35.42] | But don' t care to feed the lonely |
[02:36.84] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[02:38.15] | Somebody please hold me |
[02:41.87] |
[00:00.00] | |
[00:22.15] | Before the war of the worlds I draw closer till it' s all over |
[00:25.13] | The All Knowing knocking doors till they all open |
[00:27.56] | I crawl hoping for a moment to stand |
[00:29.45] | Only to fall sober with an omen in hand |
[00:31.81] | I call for Oprah but she won' t understand |
[00:33.87] | What' s going through a mans mind media land minds |
[00:36.33] | They feeding on a mans pride |
[00:37.67] | Bleeding and can' t find a tourniquet |
[00:39.55] | This evil got its thorn in my side and keeps turning it |
[00:41.76] | People we were born to survive and be permanent |
[00:44.29] | The sequel is the morning we rise |
[00:45.85] | The Kings returning |
[00:46.98] | To keep us from burning in our own flames |
[00:49.14] | Learning to speak but I' m worried if its long range |
[00:51.06] | Surely the speakers will reassure they want change |
[00:53.57] | Hurry the reaper is burying the whole game hold it |
[00:56.51] | We maintain the same pain but can' t show it |
[00:58.34] | From hand made to brand name gangs to famed poets |
[01:01.54] | Planting seeds and yet they can' t sow it |
[01:03.56] | Got me standing in the hands of thieves |
[01:05.47] | Planning a take over |
[01:06.44] | I' m demanding that they break open |
[01:08.21] | They the poison in the lung that shrank |
[01:10.62] | From chain smoking |
[01:11.70] | I blame the choking on the air that we breath |
[01:13.50] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[01:15.40] | On an atlas were we share the need |
[01:17.08] | But don' t care to feed the lonely |
[01:18.49] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[01:20.32] | Somebody please hold me |
[01:24.52] | |
[01:40.81] | Ever since the day that I was created |
[01:42.78] | I never thought that I would state |
[01:44.29] | That I wasn' t afraid to die |
[01:45.91] | But today my sight is better then the naked eye |
[01:47.74] | I' m a letter from the editor |
[01:49.11] | Telling ya feathers were made to fly |
[01:50.98] | And forever was made for I |
[01:52.14] | Written within the text of intolerable sin |
[01:54.51] | The blame resides |
[01:55.36] | Together our names collide till the taste of bread and wine |
[01:58.18] | Restore the people to the place they coincide |
[02:00.18] | With the omnipotent glory of God is infinite |
[02:02.68] | The intricate meanings of life define innocence |
[02:05.29] | Divine instruments |
[02:06.16] | Depending on who breathe through it |
[02:07.76] | Designed with a sense of harmony |
[02:09.47] | Arm me with sheet music |
[02:10.96] | The type the meek speak fluent |
[02:12.31] | Till I' m knee deep in ruins |
[02:13.50] | With a seed that keeps blooming from concrete |
[02:15.72] | Pursuing an illuminate kiss |
[02:17.30] | Competing with a lunar eclipse |
[02:19.03] | I' m speaking of the tunes we equip |
[02:20.97] | With a T. V. and a super model |
[02:22.28] | The inherent need to be free |
[02:23.89] | From who we choose to follow |
[02:25.01] | And the tools we use to hollow our existence |
[02:27.14] | I refuse to loose this battle |
[02:28.51] | Choose the power in resistance |
[02:29.78] | In the hour of indifference where the innocent bleed |
[02:31.83] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[02:33.74] | On an atlas where we share the need |
[02:35.42] | But don' t care to feed the lonely |
[02:36.84] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[02:38.15] | Somebody please hold me |
[02:41.87] |