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Swords To Plowshares

 

Swords To Plowshares


You are bound to us by oaths that you never swore
To reject all of which could help you out
Forever strained against the tides everywhere you go
Tired arms swept away to God knows where
This is a living irony
A living irony

You would be quite the blast if you weren't so sad
And you could bring about the last days if you asked

We will all see each other in this hell you know
So don't, don't, don't, don't, be redundant
The horns will trumpet your last days
All your caskets and trebuchets
We will be hopeless in the pure face
Of music played by the true faith

These horns are playing the last song
You'll ever hear, so remember
The words we're signing forever
"Rebuild, we dare you, we dare you"

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