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Under the old sun’s gaze, eyes crawling back and forth across the barren earth

Beneath the hands of old graves, bones rolling back and forth in the quicksand

Enslaved to our familiar ways, exhausted to death by the sequence

The broken record always repeats

With clenched fists beating the dead horse, greed tries to bring him back to

life, but he has no strength left to lift the hooves that rotted away in time,

and the broken bones that build his legs, no they can’t take another step

Let alone compete with grace against all the rats of the human race

Recycled images washing down the walls of our brains

So stuck in our ways

I can’t remember how my skin feels from the kiss of new rain

So stuck in our ways

Lock the children in the warmth of electronic cocoons

We have to set them free

The blind leading the blind in the darkest of catacombs

We have to set them free

Loaded gun take aim and pull the trigger

Release my spirit with the clap of thunder

The broken record always repeats, but who are you and who am I, to judge the

days of their lives?

I am the killer in the lineup, praying to God that I’m not recognized

But I’d do anything to escape where my sin and I coincide

Our filthy rags try to hide the holes we’ve been digging in our chests,

but the bones of our brothers cry out from the beneath the blood in the

quicksand

Ignorance has no bliss for ignorance is blistering our spirit

We are stuck in our graves

So sick of the repetition, of hearing the broken record always repeat

We are stuck in our graves

Loaded gun take aim and pull the trigger

Release my spirit with the clap of thunder

There’s nothing new under the sun, but what if the sun was gone?

What would we have left?

My God, what would we have left?

Our broken heart is stuck on repeat, but it’s time to break the pattern and set

the record straight

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