Song | Silent Earth (Ohmega Watts Remix) |
Artist | Mr. J. Medeiros |
Album | Of Gods and Girls |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | |
[00:19.66] | Before the war of the worlds I draw closer till it’s all over |
[00:22.69] | The All Knowing knocking doors till they all open |
[00:24.96] | I crawl hoping for a moment to stand |
[00:26.97] | Only to fall sober with an omen in hand |
[00:29.30] | I call for Oprah but she won’t understand |
[00:31.52] | What’s going through a mans mind media land minds |
[00:34.06] | They feeding on a mans pride |
[00:35.36] | Bleeding and can't find a tourniquet |
[00:37.08] | This evil got its thorn in my side and keeps turning it |
[00:39.41] | People we were born to survive and be permanent |
[00:41.87] | The sequel is the morning we rise |
[00:43.37] | The Kings returning |
[00:44.30] | To keep us from burning in our own flames |
[00:46.16] | Learning to speak but I’m worried if its long range |
[00:48.64] | Surely the speakers will reassure they want change |
[00:51.10] | Hurry the reaper is burying the whole game hold it |
[00:53.98] | We maintain the same pain but can’t show it |
[00:56.52] | From hand made to brand name gangs to famed poets |
[00:58.91] | Planting seeds and yet they can't sow it |
[01:01.00] | Got me standing in the hands of thieves |
[01:02.98] | Planning a take over |
[01:04.20] | I’m demanding that they break open |
[01:05.93] | They the poison in the lung that shrank |
[01:07.93] | From chain smoking |
[01:09.17] | I blame the choking on the air that we breath |
[01:10.94] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[01:12.72] | On an atlas were we share the need |
[01:14.65] | But don’t care to feed the lonely |
[01:16.01] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[01:17.83] | Somebody please hold me |
[01:21.38] | |
[01:38.44] | Ever since the day that I was created |
[01:40.36] | I never thought that I would state |
[01:41.70] | That I wasn’t afraid to die |
[01:43.39] | But today my sight is better then the naked eye |
[01:45.68] | I’m a letter from the editor |
[01:46.70] | Telling ya feathers were made to fly |
[01:48.43] | And forever was made for I |
[01:49.70] | Written within the text of intolerable sin |
[01:51.94] | The blame resides |
[01:53.09] | Together our names collide till the taste of bread and wine |
[01:55.59] | Restore the people to the place they coincide |
[01:57.62] | With the omnipotent glory of God is infinite |
[02:00.16] | The intricate meanings of life define innocence |
[02:02.75] | Divine instruments |
[02:03.70] | Depending on who breathe through it |
[02:05.28] | Designed with a sense of harmony |
[02:06.91] | Arm me with sheet music |
[02:08.49] | The type the meek speak fluent |
[02:09.85] | Till I’m knee deep in ruins |
[02:11.05] | With a seed that keeps blooming from concrete |
[02:12.98] | Pursuing an illuminate kiss |
[02:14.83] | Competing with a lunar eclipse |
[02:16.48] | I’m speaking of the tunes we equip |
[02:18.41] | With a T.V. and a super model |
[02:19.80] | The inherent need to be free |
[02:21.35] | From who we choose to follow |
[02:22.52] | And the tools we use to hollow our existence |
[02:24.57] | I refuse to loose this battle |
[02:25.96] | Choose the power in resistance |
[02:27.40] | In the hour of indifference where the innocent bleed |
[02:29.52] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[02:31.45] | On an atlas where we share the need |
[02:32.99] | But don’t care to feed the lonely |
[02:34.35] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[02:36.27] | Somebody please hold me |
[02:38.12] |
[00:00.00] | |
[00:19.66] | Before the war of the worlds I draw closer till it' s all over |
[00:22.69] | The All Knowing knocking doors till they all open |
[00:24.96] | I crawl hoping for a moment to stand |
[00:26.97] | Only to fall sober with an omen in hand |
[00:29.30] | I call for Oprah but she won' t understand |
[00:31.52] | What' s going through a mans mind media land minds |
[00:34.06] | They feeding on a mans pride |
[00:35.36] | Bleeding and can' t find a tourniquet |
[00:37.08] | This evil got its thorn in my side and keeps turning it |
[00:39.41] | People we were born to survive and be permanent |
[00:41.87] | The sequel is the morning we rise |
[00:43.37] | The Kings returning |
[00:44.30] | To keep us from burning in our own flames |
[00:46.16] | Learning to speak but I' m worried if its long range |
[00:48.64] | Surely the speakers will reassure they want change |
[00:51.10] | Hurry the reaper is burying the whole game hold it |
[00:53.98] | We maintain the same pain but can' t show it |
[00:56.52] | From hand made to brand name gangs to famed poets |
[00:58.91] | Planting seeds and yet they can' t sow it |
[01:01.00] | Got me standing in the hands of thieves |
[01:02.98] | Planning a take over |
[01:04.20] | I' m demanding that they break open |
[01:05.93] | They the poison in the lung that shrank |
[01:07.93] | From chain smoking |
[01:09.17] | I blame the choking on the air that we breath |
[01:10.94] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[01:12.72] | On an atlas were we share the need |
[01:14.65] | But don' t care to feed the lonely |
[01:16.01] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[01:17.83] | Somebody please hold me |
[01:21.38] | |
[01:38.44] | Ever since the day that I was created |
[01:40.36] | I never thought that I would state |
[01:41.70] | That I wasn' t afraid to die |
[01:43.39] | But today my sight is better then the naked eye |
[01:45.68] | I' m a letter from the editor |
[01:46.70] | Telling ya feathers were made to fly |
[01:48.43] | And forever was made for I |
[01:49.70] | Written within the text of intolerable sin |
[01:51.94] | The blame resides |
[01:53.09] | Together our names collide till the taste of bread and wine |
[01:55.59] | Restore the people to the place they coincide |
[01:57.62] | With the omnipotent glory of God is infinite |
[02:00.16] | The intricate meanings of life define innocence |
[02:02.75] | Divine instruments |
[02:03.70] | Depending on who breathe through it |
[02:05.28] | Designed with a sense of harmony |
[02:06.91] | Arm me with sheet music |
[02:08.49] | The type the meek speak fluent |
[02:09.85] | Till I' m knee deep in ruins |
[02:11.05] | With a seed that keeps blooming from concrete |
[02:12.98] | Pursuing an illuminate kiss |
[02:14.83] | Competing with a lunar eclipse |
[02:16.48] | I' m speaking of the tunes we equip |
[02:18.41] | With a T. V. and a super model |
[02:19.80] | The inherent need to be free |
[02:21.35] | From who we choose to follow |
[02:22.52] | And the tools we use to hollow our existence |
[02:24.57] | I refuse to loose this battle |
[02:25.96] | Choose the power in resistance |
[02:27.40] | In the hour of indifference where the innocent bleed |
[02:29.52] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[02:31.45] | On an atlas where we share the need |
[02:32.99] | But don' t care to feed the lonely |
[02:34.35] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[02:36.27] | Somebody please hold me |
[02:38.12] |
[00:00.00] | |
[00:19.66] | Before the war of the worlds I draw closer till it' s all over |
[00:22.69] | The All Knowing knocking doors till they all open |
[00:24.96] | I crawl hoping for a moment to stand |
[00:26.97] | Only to fall sober with an omen in hand |
[00:29.30] | I call for Oprah but she won' t understand |
[00:31.52] | What' s going through a mans mind media land minds |
[00:34.06] | They feeding on a mans pride |
[00:35.36] | Bleeding and can' t find a tourniquet |
[00:37.08] | This evil got its thorn in my side and keeps turning it |
[00:39.41] | People we were born to survive and be permanent |
[00:41.87] | The sequel is the morning we rise |
[00:43.37] | The Kings returning |
[00:44.30] | To keep us from burning in our own flames |
[00:46.16] | Learning to speak but I' m worried if its long range |
[00:48.64] | Surely the speakers will reassure they want change |
[00:51.10] | Hurry the reaper is burying the whole game hold it |
[00:53.98] | We maintain the same pain but can' t show it |
[00:56.52] | From hand made to brand name gangs to famed poets |
[00:58.91] | Planting seeds and yet they can' t sow it |
[01:01.00] | Got me standing in the hands of thieves |
[01:02.98] | Planning a take over |
[01:04.20] | I' m demanding that they break open |
[01:05.93] | They the poison in the lung that shrank |
[01:07.93] | From chain smoking |
[01:09.17] | I blame the choking on the air that we breath |
[01:10.94] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[01:12.72] | On an atlas were we share the need |
[01:14.65] | But don' t care to feed the lonely |
[01:16.01] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[01:17.83] | Somebody please hold me |
[01:21.38] | |
[01:38.44] | Ever since the day that I was created |
[01:40.36] | I never thought that I would state |
[01:41.70] | That I wasn' t afraid to die |
[01:43.39] | But today my sight is better then the naked eye |
[01:45.68] | I' m a letter from the editor |
[01:46.70] | Telling ya feathers were made to fly |
[01:48.43] | And forever was made for I |
[01:49.70] | Written within the text of intolerable sin |
[01:51.94] | The blame resides |
[01:53.09] | Together our names collide till the taste of bread and wine |
[01:55.59] | Restore the people to the place they coincide |
[01:57.62] | With the omnipotent glory of God is infinite |
[02:00.16] | The intricate meanings of life define innocence |
[02:02.75] | Divine instruments |
[02:03.70] | Depending on who breathe through it |
[02:05.28] | Designed with a sense of harmony |
[02:06.91] | Arm me with sheet music |
[02:08.49] | The type the meek speak fluent |
[02:09.85] | Till I' m knee deep in ruins |
[02:11.05] | With a seed that keeps blooming from concrete |
[02:12.98] | Pursuing an illuminate kiss |
[02:14.83] | Competing with a lunar eclipse |
[02:16.48] | I' m speaking of the tunes we equip |
[02:18.41] | With a T. V. and a super model |
[02:19.80] | The inherent need to be free |
[02:21.35] | From who we choose to follow |
[02:22.52] | And the tools we use to hollow our existence |
[02:24.57] | I refuse to loose this battle |
[02:25.96] | Choose the power in resistance |
[02:27.40] | In the hour of indifference where the innocent bleed |
[02:29.52] | Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed |
[02:31.45] | On an atlas where we share the need |
[02:32.99] | But don' t care to feed the lonely |
[02:34.35] | On our bodies bare the words that read |
[02:36.27] | Somebody please hold me |
[02:38.12] |