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Empty The Seas / Dry Land

Death to the common way we walk the earth


we shall with blissful congregation sing ourselves into a frenzy


Death to the common way we talk the worst


we shall with evenings counsel discourse ourselves into a church


Death to the common way we grain the field


we shall with broken hands blistering dig deeper into dirt


Death to the common way we allow the shpeal


we shall with straightened backs be tied unto the heaviest chair


Death to the common way we refuse to see


we shall with wide open eyes be given unto the awful beliefs


Death unto the common way we allow to grow


we shall with promised obliteration of what it is that we think we know


Die unto everyday again risen against the clock


we shall walk the common way back to the ancient home we have forgot


Die unto everything again returns against the rock


we shall talk the common way like we did back then man to man, friend to friend


Die unto everyone again revolving against the spin


we shall grain the field the common way as it is up to how the farmer feels


Die unto everyway again repoised against the wall


we shall allow them all to make their plea upon the stage of blasphemy and



We shall die in laughter at the thought that anyone is actually serious about anything

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