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Drones lyrics : "Graves"

Patron saints of the one curse soul,
Baring the answers that were bought and sold,
A hypocrite's contradiction,

Living the lives, verging on destruction

These graves were dug from a culture of fear,

Tied to a price tag you can't resist,
Up in smoke, still this cycle bleeds,
Still it bleeds with no heart beat


So seize this, pull the plug,
Obsessions fund these cries,

Like they don't exist
(Just fall or wake)
This undoing can't be left let to strip away


The end, the ends to show,
This cycle rings you can't control,

You live mistakes you made,
Dig, dig, you dig your graves


A common threat that rusts your gears,
Sold to the age of eighteen years,
Sworn to Armageddon

Sworn, to repeat this undoing

Headstones they grow,

Etched names and dates to show
That still this cycle bleeds
Still it bleeds with no heartbeat


This weight that you mourn
Is repeating all over,

His obsession has begun,
It's repeating, defeating


This delusion is long old,
So break it, can't fake this,
Up in smoke, this cycle bleeds,

Still it bleeds with no heartbeat

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