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Price Of The King's Ticket
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Early morning sits with me and her words are kind

Nothing seems to lift the soul like time

Some wake up in dreams that we can’t buy

And we’re holding on for somewhere better



Early morning sits with me and her words just blind

Nothing seems to move the air like time

Some wake up in hell and their whole world dies

And we’re holding on for somewhere better



Grass is always greener, are you blind?

Bet you’re always first in line for nothing

Happy ever after, stand in line

Have your pain, I don’t want it



Read between the bloody lies

Tell me you can hear them laughing

Ours is not to reason but to die

Fuck our noble men and masters



Ever get the feeling you’ve been had

Suffer little children, that’s it

Not that dream you dreamt when you were bad

The picture isn’t perfect is it?



I have seen enough to know I know

The screaming never stops, just listen

Tell the king and all his spineless whores

They will know of our existence



Jesus I’m in love with nothing

Save yourselves you fucking clones

Insignificant my nothing

Save your breath, you’re nothing more

Climb your prison walls until you’re

High enough to know your nothing new

Insignificant little shit

I hate your fucking, hate your fucking

Nothing



All is getting better are you blind?

Bet your son is not a soldier is he?

Stand behind your master and his line

See it, see it, never witness



Ours is not to reason but to die

I can’t hear no words of wisdom

Still the buried sons of war

Turning underneath the kingdom



Ever get the feeling you’ve been had

Suffer little children, that’s it

Not that dream you dreamt when you were bad

The picture isn’t perfect is it?



I have seen enough to know I know

The screaming never stops, just listen

Tell the king and all his spineless whores

They will know of our existence



Jesus I’m in love with nothing

Save yourselves you fucking clones

Insignificant my nothing

Save your breath, you’re nothing more

Climb your prison walls until you’re

High enough to know your nothing new

Insignificant little shit

I hate your fucking, hate your fucking

Nothing










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