Wait
We're not ready to escape.
The weight of the world is in your mind
There's a weapon in your mind
Can't you feel the stars? They're on your skin.
You will sleep
A heavy sleep
And we will wash our hands in blood.
Space
Oh, the space that you can taste.
Can't you feel the weight? It's crashing down
With a little dying sound.
'Til all the policeman gather 'round.
You will sleep
A heavy sleep
And all the streets will run red with love.
You will sleep
A heavy sleep
And we will wash our hands in blood.
You will sleep
A heavy sleep
And we will reap our seeds from the mud.
credits
from The Fourth Wall E.P.,
released August 6, 2010
Acoustic guitar and Lead vocals-Christopher Pratt
Piano, vocal harmonies, and cymbals-Patrick Davy
Bass guitar-Adam Padden
Percussion-Andrew Davis
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