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At Folsom Prison

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1.
My aspect to dirty deeds Done by ill-natured men be like you. The four contradictions i see But you cant tell one from each other The good, the evil, the truth, the lie Smile at me but i smell rat Dead sure you ll stab me in the back Slanders meant to make me fall One day ou ll reap all that you sowed You only show the other face Skindeep, inside ou re pack of waste Sick with consience that is bleak Intensions strong but spirit weak Hiding out, Behind your lies Dumping to conslusions Slashes the others Once you tell me a lie You re about to say another
2.
So here we a go again 4 years left And you should thing twice who you ll elect Within a short time they ll hang up posters. Try to chaose you candidate It isnt so easy Give him your vote and watt How hes performing his promises There ll be nothing keeeping change Anyway they want your vote So try to stop for a while and thing about what So do you make your decision? If no im keeping my fist to you Maybe you re Better than me You want that in some way Mark off only one you personally thing right or throw away the sheet And wait for another 4 years – it could be perhaps better
3.
Im your sacrifice You are nothing Only way is truth In my times of needs In cold ground born bad seeds The roots of evil, rebirth of inhumanity I see the bad things in my dreams In my dreams…. In my dreams…. In your head is wall block that your feelings Im your sacrifice You are nothing Only way is truth In my times of needs In cold ground born bad seeds I see the bad things I see the mother earth I see flowers burns I see falling trees I see playing children with sky I crying when planet dies We cries We are alone We are at the end of one period We carry the burden of big prophecy Born by human fear. Dont, be afraid of the dark Your wasted dreams are away. My dear stayed from fear…
4.
Other Ways 03:55
All we jumpahead. We ride for a fall. We not gaze around. We seeing the prophet. Our eyes change on emptiness They are out of idiom Many people see one way I see them more I want rise to the sky I want creep out on the mountain Truth and freedom is way for me Early will come judgement We must undertake this prophecy Money are our destruction We accumulate fortune. Our flats are full of stuffs
5.
The house of flames. Here in old house is all otherwise I must care for my shabby soul She is on wheelchair I must care for. She is old. Shabby and broken That house is spendid. Everywhere are red carpets Everywhere are red stairs Everywhere are Picture Scenes of yore I know them I know these faces My soul is old and hardly goes. Constantly I have that bizarre sensation. This place I know.
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Mistakes 02:34
At the beginning of all days In aborting of all filth I m standing and I perceive this power At the beginning of all filth I want always sense this warm ground I want see the trees blossom I m coming here on old places Expectations of same basics Nothing is like early I want my mistakes repair I sense this penetrating pain The hands are condemnation My legs already not function like earlier Neverending and long fetch When whill yet end of my way? Where do I come in? Come on Im standing still here The wind is strong I see the grass everywhere The branches flying around me Dust in my eyes. I lie down here Here on windy hill. And I stay on judgement

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released September 4, 2010

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Post-hardcore from Prague, Czech Republic

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