Abney Park

From Dreams or Angels tracks

Lyrics


The Root Of All Evil:
All these roots run deep,
And this tree is old,
This trunk is rotten
All these leaves have mold

is it in our blood?
or is it from abuse?
past generations
legacy of misuse?

I know my blood runs hot,
And I've seen my blood is thick
I'm told my bloods not sweet,
And I cry, "my soul is sick"

we're the children of children
and we're handing down there pain
the root of all evil
is the sanity left to gain?

chorus -
we were the victims, we were the culprets
we were the children who cry at night
we are the hunted, and we do the hurting
we are the children who cry at night




the fathers father father
may have made this truth
or was it in HIS blood
this legacy of abuse

we're the children of children
and wer'e handing down there pain
the root of all evil
is the sanity left to gain?

Chorus

All these roots run deep,
And this tree is old,
This trunk is rotten
All these leaves have mold

is it in our blood?
or is it from abuse?
past generations
legacy of misuse?

Chorus






Tiny Monster:
Conceived in Darkness, late at night,
the creature turns out the light.
Slowly, creeping near,
whispering in her ear.

They take there cloths off, kiss her neck,
her nerves are trembling, she's a wreck,
Backs arch, he grabs her thigh,
their reaching for there greatest high.

Just then the Devil, plants his seed, feeding on his darkest need.
In the darkness, late at night,
the monster begins its life.
Deeply, it grows inside, feeding on it's mothers hide.
Softly, heart starts to beat, kicking tiny tiny its arms and feet.

Tiny monster, deep inside.
Draw the blinds up, you can't hide.
it steals your soul.
Tiny monster, takes it tole

The tiny tiny Monster, awakes inside, and prepares to come alive.
Come alive. Come alive. Come alive.






Holy War:
Death hue falling on the faces of the streets lost children as the mortar fire broken in.
Nights cold, slipping through the cracks,
Breaking through the cracks of crumbling plaster.
Hunger gnaws, I can feel its claws but the pain of a bullet would burn much hotter in the spot light, mounted on the cannon of the tank the prowls.

Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see.

Nameless, but I know the faces of the kids I sleep in Jezebel's lair with.
Thoughtless breaking my bread tween the mine fields flowers and gullies with daises.
Some times I can find some rations that a solider let fall when the wind or life left him.
Some times I can find a gun or a pistol or a knife to use.

Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see.
My eyes are blind, my bodies lame, my families gone, in my god's name, Holy Wars.

Nameless, faceless, but a tear or a dollar won't buy my justice.
Fearless, clothed less then a war torn child should sleep or focus.
Once I watched as a cannon slot fell through the stained glass window of a church on my street.
Once I sat on a steeple now laying in the church yards playground.

Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see.
My eyes are blind, my bodies lame, my families gone, in my god's name, Holy Wars.





Kine:
Bring a line of the people
Bring down, scoop 'em up.
Take the life from the people,
Go down, and move up.

This is were I reveal myself,
Were I show that I'm not fine.
Can't follow the cattle people,
Not one of the Kine.
(repeat)

Verse Two:
This is were I redeam myself,
Were I show that I'm not blind.
Can't follow your party's people,
Not one of your kind.

Still I pray, that I'll escape one day.

No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal
No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal.
No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal
No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal.

Here's your cube
Here's your stall,
Here's your phone,
On the wall.

Bring a line of the people
Take their life, take it all.





Breathe:
I wish I could breath, I wish I could stand.
I wish I had a chance here holding your hand.
Wish I could speak, I wish could talk
I wish I could breath

Since the first day, I was alive,
I feared we would meet here in the misty outside
I wanted to run, I wanted to hide
I wish I could breath

OoOOooo oooOOoo (repeat)
I fear I can't over come this place
I know your face, your hands
I wish I could breath.

I feel a chill deep in my bones,
Nothing can heal, the way my blood moans.
Nothing can quench, My bitter thirst
I wish I could breathe.

I grasp at my heart, That burns in my chest,
It's your precious art, That makes my soul stressed.
I run short of blood, light headed I swoon.
I wish I could breathe.





Hush:
I have marched,
for years on end.
My comrades fell,
as I defend,
The goals I set.
My armies fled,
fell as they ran,
trampled our dead.

Rush, back through the fields, I am hush,
All the ghosts of the dead are awake, I'm afraid

The ghost of comrades
Dead and gone
rise in my path
to do me wrong.
As wars are fought,
Armies abide.
Should I be tried,
For men who died?

Rush, back through the fields, I am hush,
All the ghosts of the dead are awake, I'm afraid





Thornes & Brambles:
Black rivers hard as stone, lined with corpses of our own
Through the bloodied trees, carving though our canopies

Through the forest, cutting through the forest floor
(Scars of man, furrows though our lands)

All the cities toils, defeats our forest lore
(Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands)

Spiderwebs of steel and stone
Subdivide our given home
Rememberance of ancestrial sage
Thorns and brambles of a different age

We will not be thrown away
We will not be torn
We will never fall astray
We've seen your kine before

Black rivers hard as stone, with corpses of our own
Through the bloodied trees, carving though our canopies

Through the quiet, cutting though the forest floor
(Scars of man, furrows though our lands)

Ghostly silent, All the trees are long since gone
(Broken nails, filthy, filthy hands)

Spiderwebs of steel and stone
Subdivide our given home
Rememberance of ancestrial sage
Thorns and brambles of a different age

We will not be thrown away
We will not be torn
We will never fall astray
We've seen your kind before






Child King:
Across from me sat the new emperor, Hardly 13
And I asked him why he cried

No one stays around anymore, I cannot guess why
In my world they should try

I asked how loyal are your subjects
"Not" was the child king's reply, "Rarely will they comply"

"I always search for new subjects, Still I'm loathsome to try"
"If they served me too long they would fortify"

Chorus:
"With all of my benevolence
There's still no obedience
Or is it just coincidence
That everyone here's indifferent
So I must move on"

"So I fear a dependence"
The Child King said
"Between my subjects and I
So if they leave me I won't die"

"I always search for new subjects
Still I'm loathsome to try
In my world they should try"

Chorus:
"With all of my benevolence
There's still no obedience
Or is it just coincidence
That everyone here's indifferent
So I must move on"





The Box:
From the day she was born they brought her to it
It had opaque walls & a lid locked tight
She spent all of her life picturing what was inside
This perfect world that its walls did hide

Can you see inside the box?
Can you be just like one of us?
For those who can see inside the box will live forever
And all the rest are dying soon

When she came of age she stepped to the outside
Told her family that she couldn't see
"I spent all of my life picturing what was inside"
This perfect world that its walls did hide

And she said,
I can't see inside the box
I can't be just like one of you
For those who can see inside the box will live forever
And all the rest are dying soon
I can't see inside the box

When she told them so they started to panic
Asked her please, begged her to lie
No longer can we talk to a heathen such as you
This perfect world has its walls locked tight

And they said,
Can you see inside the box?
Can you be just like one of us?
For those who can see inside the box will live forever
And all the rest are dying soon





Twisted & Broken:
From my fathers seed, From my mothers womb,
From my families mold, from a broken tomb

If I am the assembled, from the sins of my father,
And if I am created, by the actions of my mother,
If I was brought to being, by a broken machine.
How could I come to be, sane

Twisted and broken, some of the parts are missing
But I was left alive.
My creators fought, I was unfinishedÂ…
And I was left behind.

These are my own sins,
This is my own life,
These are those I love,
This, my only wife.

If I was created by a brocken machine,
then I must be reinvented.
Create my own machine.

Twisted and broken, some of the parts are missing
But I was left alive.
My creators fought, I was unfinishedÂ…
And I was left behind.