This is what Glassjaw should be singing.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

We're all made of stone
And you're made of glass
I can see right through you
The sun smirks and says "I'll pass"
But some of us, we're wood
Easy to inflame, the oaks are our fathers
And inside sits the rage
Fueled by the water
Running red with upriver slaughters

Penance
Patience
Punishment
Where did I put this, this this
Penance
Patience
Punishment
Where have I placed my
Penance
Patience
Punishment
Wish I knew
Penance
Patience
Punishment

I'll show you the tree
From which they carve the hearts
I'll show you the gravel
Which mixes into the concrete
And later, they'll break us down
Turn us into houses and headstones


Penance
Patience
Punishment
Where did I put this, this this
Penance
Patience
Punishment
Where have I placed my
Penance
Patience
Punishment
Wish I knew
Penance
Patience
Punishment

Penancepatiencepunishment
And my memory takes a flying leap
Penancepatiencepunishment
Memory takes a flying leap
Penancepatience
Take a flying fucking leap

We're dead, born dead
We might as well be born
With severed fucking heads
Severed heads
Born fucking dead
We might as well all be stillborn
With numbers on the backs of our necks

Penance
Penance
Penance
Penance
Penance
Penance

Penance
Penance
Penance
Forgiveness forever
Forgiveness forever
Lost

And cleansed

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