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No Rain on Dalkeith
03:45
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Sunlight masked the thunder not a cloud in the sky
Young man torn asunder swallowed by worlds of lies
Soon they'll tell him that he's evil and that he must confess
Trial for a hero no justice none the less
But for now the boy he walks alone
With his freedom running out but its unknown
A walking broken heart but it doesn't show
Small town weeps the seeds are sewn
The hours tick by scorpion waits to sting
The message comes through before the telephone rings
To the hunter the hunter the spoils tracker leads the way
Sunset golden night follows the day
Closing in they smell the blood
But not that spilled of a long dead love
Their trap is set the spring is quick
Say he's twisted up his mind so sick
When he wakes up will it be over
Running nightmare seeking closure
Not a wanted man not a hero
With a story that could wake the dead
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The V in the Wall
03:48
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Hunting high and low with torches in the moonlight
Searching by the haunting glow the chill hangs in the air
Catch the scent in the midnight wind make each foreboding step
The painted way but she says check it twice all the same
He led us these in time they will change what they say
Lying in wait is the trap that was set all the way
Sheep story straight look in his eyes and he's scared
Ground painted red she lay ghostly white in the haze
Trees creak their scripture in the wind perfect harmony with the silence
Write their score on midnight blue the symphonies of dreams
The hours count the tides that turn cryptic pendulum swings
Broken arrow to his heart lies at the V in the wall
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Witch Hunt
03:16
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Printed in the papers
The writing's on the wall
Corruption within the pages
The bullshit fed to us all
Twisted crucifixion
Suspect number one
Witch hunt, funeral for the truth
Witch hunt, swallow what they're telling fools
Witch hunt, from the public point of view
Witch hunt, but what if it was you
Small town plays fact or fiction
Say there's a monster on the run
Young man tries to speak out
But either way the deed is done
Damned in each direction
Nowhere left to turn
Fear in every hour
As they trap him like a rat
Spread word if he's cornered
Frightened rat will attack
Word on the street is guilty
Formality haunted eyes
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Mother Judith
02:49
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I know you're hurting
But get your fucking story straight
She changes her words like the ticking clock
They wore their kid gloves every single time she talked
She'll show her halo when she's in the public eye
She couldn't say no when she's asked to change her mind
They're twisting his thorn crown again
Casting their stones without sin
Each circumstance that they give
Mother Judith is spreading it thin
She's sickly sweet twisted hang the bastard was her cry
She wouldn't miss him she tells herself the blatant lies
Repeats her foreign poetry convinced herself the guilt is just
The blame focused solely and innocence was not enough
Run
Burn
She'll send him down
Rain
Pain
Six feet underground
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Could you say your vows
In a blood stained wedding dress
Live in a twisted spirit's house
Be blind in loves caress
And could you smile up
From a sensual grave
Do you replay your mistakes
On a virgin page
In a locked diary
She wrote her perfect day
Could you dream a fantasy
In a world of your own
In imperfect misery
A childhood broken home
Fairy tale love
Back when it rained down
Happily never after
Story book smile
A wicked game now
Once upon a time
Could you dance upon a shrine
With nothing but the night
Believe once upon a time
Believe in heaven's light
The finest day that never was
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6. |
Candle for Jodi
04:58
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Never said goodnight
And you've forgotten what it's like
To hold her tight
Always wondered why
And you still see her smiling eyes
Each time you cry
A vigil, reflection flickers, in the window pane
And the tears start again
A candle, light will shine, like an angel in the night
And it feels so right
He will close his eyes
And try to hold her in his mind
He tries to find
Her voice in the pain
Her touch upon his skin remains
It stays the same
Days soon turn to years
He thinks of her with every tear
Yet she's still here
His last cigarette
The last time that he could forget
Her silhouette
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Trial by Media
03:51
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Hand painted pictures
Monster inside evil
Foregone conclusions
Devil's right hand man
One sided stories
Tell what to say
Say what to believe
Truth buried in the ground
When the courtroom was adjourned
When the judge's gavel fell
The jury's verdict guilty
Justice gone to hell
Disbelief, no emotion, no time for grief
Betrayed, been swayed, swindled without seeing
No release, they think, the truth will disappear
No faith, now left, silenced by the fear
Intrusive silent vigil
How could he do this
Damned before a word
Was so softly spoken
Victimisation
Mind game torture
There's a guilty party
But they've called it all wrong
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With everything just can't seem real
Everyone turns on you you're still trying to heal
Thousands ask you how do you sleep at night
But me I'm just asking are you alright
When all seems lost
And you can't go on
Think of him
And sing his songs
Hold your head up
Each dawn that breaks
I'm just hoping
That you're ok
They'd say these tattoos send me straight to hell
But they tell my story oh so well
Perhaps if I play these chords in time
Someone new will ask you are you alright
You'll see him standing on your stairs
His bright eyed smile and his long blond hair
We can't undo lost days and nights
But through it all are you alright
Thousands ask you how do you sleep at night
But me I'm just asking are you alright
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Innocent Heart
06:17
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You can hang it in the morning
You can always put it down
Keep it under lock and key
But it always comes back round
The world will hear its story
No matter what you do
Innocent hearts don't go away
I sure can tell you
Our story is at an end
That's all from me for now
But consider just for a moment
Justice has it been allowed
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