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Until the winds blow The winds blow, howling the strengths I feel within my spirit.
This image of a torn up praise litters the ground of past regrets.
I feel nothing when I am nothing, knocking on heavens door.

Shouts of wonder within falling cities.
Chained dumbfounded by the lack of freedoms they themselves let loose.
Nooses banging on dying trees, zombies with heads held high.
Walking in the midst of the forever waking.

Let not the nudity of the world keep you from looking at the bigger picture.
Modesty is lost in the artist selling their visions for the lowest price.
Fame lost on the infamous.

Banging the drum is not just for the suited.
We all drag our masks of tribal rites.
Smiling as we follow the flow of today, forgetting the floods of tomorrow.

Ask not what you can do for your country, ask what your country is doing for you.
Selling homelessness for charitable praise, echos of empty pews on Sundays tidings.
Politicians sporting company logos, pushing futures designed for the status quo.
Worrying about the flaunts of others while ignoring those who are more then their sexual preference.
Lashing out on the subsided.
Playing hangman with more then empty vowels.
Judging the people and not the system designed by those who want us kept in line.

We are at a turning point, a upheaval if you please.
Forces our longing for servitude, while we line up for the latest deals.
Fashion a driving force.
Until we work on tomorrow we will still follow the old ways of the days gone by.
Until the winds blow high.
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The winds blow, howling the strengths I feel within my spirit.<br />
This image of a torn up praise litters the ground of past regrets.<br />
I feel nothing when I am nothing, knocking on heavens door.<br />
<br />
Shouts of wonder within falling cities.<br />
Chained dumbfounded  by the lack of freedoms they themselves let loose.<br />
Nooses banging on dying trees, zombies with heads held high.<br />
Walking in the midst of the forever waking.<br />
<br />
Let not the nudity of the world keep you from looking at the bigger picture.<br />
Modesty is lost in the artist selling their visions for the lowest price.<br />
Fame lost on the infamous.<br />
<br />
Banging the drum is not just for the suited.<br />
We all drag our masks of tribal rites.<br />
Smiling as we follow the flow of today, forgetting the floods of tomorrow.<br />
<br />
Ask not what you can do for your country, ask what your country is doing for you.<br />
Selling homelessness for charitable praise, echos of empty pews on Sundays tidings.<br />
Politicians sporting company logos, pushing futures designed for the status quo.<br />
Worrying about the flaunts of others while ignoring those who are more then their sexual preference.<br />
Lashing out on the subsided.<br />
Playing hangman with more then empty vowels.<br />
Judging the people and not the system designed by those who want us kept in line.<br />
<br />
We are at a turning point, a upheaval if you please.<br />
Forces our longing for servitude, while we line up for the latest deals.<br />
Fashion a driving force.<br />
Until we work on tomorrow we will still follow the old ways of the days gone by.<br />
Until the winds blow high.<br />
, <br />
<br />

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