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You'll find us on the edges of the main land
Where bullets and the bombs are out of reach
We watch the endless war between the cavemen
Make no mistake this is a tragic comedy
We are the architects the underground conductors
We are the fighting few and we stand alone
We are the great crusaders of the modern age
Fighting through the restless zombies and the drones
The track's in place -- and the stage is set
The bricks are laid -- come place your bets
From the bottom of the bottle to the floor
As the drum beat pounds beyond the cellar door
This revolution never can be killed
This is what we've built -- this is what we've built
We're here to break the underhanded thieves
We're here to stop the giants in their tracks
We'll bring the heartless bastards to their knees
White knuckles in the air, we'll take it back
From the bottom of the bottle to the floor
As the drum beat pounds beyond the cellar door
This revolution never can be killed
This is what we've built -- this is what we've built
We sparked the fire, lit the way
Without a dollar in our name
We picked the locks and broke the chains
We'll throw our own goddamn parade
From the bottom of the bottle to the floor
As the drum beat pounds beyond the cellar door
This revolution never can be killed
This is what we've built -- this is what we've built
(We never can be killed)
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02:56
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Tragedy struck the nation today
Another random act of violence
Lives cut short senselessly
The day is stained with loss of innocence
Bulletins flash on the TV screen
Across the airwaves debate renews
Country divided over rights to own
Won't be an answer, both sides refuse
Will they ever realize?
There's a need for compromise
If nothing is done, it'll happen again
Argument continues...will it ever end?
This needs to end
Different day but the same old story
Challenges the people's morality
A new list of victims to be remembered
And an act to question our civility
The second right never intended automatic
Carved in stone in a system democratic
It can all be changed
It can all be changed
Will they ever realize?
There's a need for compromise
If nothing is done, it'll happen again
Argument continues...will it ever end?
This needs to end
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True Face
02:49
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Here we stand
Mending sails on a sinking ship
Here they rule
Box of rocks and an iron fist
Here we are
Working only to pay our debt
Cleaning up someone else's mess
Chanting songs from an ancient text
And we run -- Through these cracked and broken streets
We watch -- The world crumble at our feet
I sold off my dignity to pay my rent
And It's a shame -- We can't all be tax exempt
Close your eyes
Fold your hands and hold your breath
Locked up safe
Not a thought of the world's distress
And we ride on
Screaming how did it come to this
Fighting tooth and nail and fist
Just to prove that we exists
And we run -- Through these cracked and broken streets
We Fall -- But we won't accept defeat
I sold off my dignity to pay my rent
And It's a shame -- We can't all be tax exempt
Stand your ground, don't let them take your monument
And we'll ride on -- We ride on
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Nothing ever was picture perfect in the city cameras built
The factory laid off everybody and my hometown started to wilt
Workers were down in the dumps, most headed to the bars
They were thinking while they were drinking we've fallen off so far
Since there's nothing left to do, we'll drink away the afternoon
The rug's been pulled from underneath our feet
For now we'll just be having, throwing back another one
We may be down but this town won't be beat
Tomorrow we will stumble to our feet
From the 15th story window you can see all that remains
The shadows of the smokestacks are all that stayed the same
People were left with empty pockets as they struggled to survive
And the bars were packed so tightly that you couldn't get inside
Since there's nothing left to do, we'll drink away the afternoon
The rug's been pulled from underneath our feet
For now we'll just be having, throwing back another one
We may be down but this town won't be beat
Tomorrow we will stumble to our feet
Maybe we shouldn't be here -- Maybe we should go
But if we were gone -- How would we ever know?
What happened to the town we left behind?
Since there's nothing left to do, we'll drink away the afternoon
The rug's been pulled from underneath our feet
For now we'll just be having, throwing back another one
We may be down but this town won't be beat
Tomorrow we will stumble to our feet
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Welcome to Planet Earth
03:16
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You must be joking -- Can't believe that it's true
Got our eyes on the prize -- Now let's call in the troops
This time bomb is ticking -- It's about to explode
We're locked and we're loaded and ready to go
Only this time we can't point the finger away
The orders are issued, the plans have been made
We salute you and bid you a fond farewell
We wish you the best and we'll see you in Hell
Fire at will, fire at will
Can't stop us now -- the world's standing still
Fire at will, fire at will
The children, they watch from the top of the hill
It's no big surprise, we fucked up again
Our pockets as empty as all of their heads
But we'll clean up our mess and we'll cover our tracks
We only move forward -- we'll never look back
But there's no need to worry, no need for shame
We started a fire now we're walking away
But the dust never settles the sky never clears
In time you will find that we've all disappeared
Fire at will, fire at will
Can't stop us now -- the world's standing still
Fire at will, fire at will
The children, they watch from the top of the hill
(Fire at will, fire at will)
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On The Cinder Buffalo, New York
On The Cinder is a three piece Punk Rock band established in 2013 out of Buffalo, NY.
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