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The Evil That Men Do

 

The Evil That Men Do

(album: Freakout / Release - 2022)


We lost touch for a while
Now we're reconnecting
I don't know how you feel, how you feel
Things have changed my perception

It seems to me
First there needs to be
An admission of guilt
For what we did
For all we see
Atonement

Beg for forgiveness
Bear witness
Be humble
Beg for forgiveness
Bear witness
Be humble

The evil that men do

I have these ideals and dreams
Who would blame me if I don't stick to them
It's okay to let plans crumble and fall
Into the ditch we have kicked them

Beg for forgiveness
Bear witness
Be humble
Beg for forgiveness
Bear witness
Be humble

The evil that men do

As I wade slowly in the water
Through the weeds and over rocks
I try not to stumble and fall
And not give up
I lose my composure
My sense of being one
There's a place I can aim for

The evil that men do

I don't want to break this up
But I built the whole thing up
Right from the ground right up
Ground right up, ground right up
I don't want to bend the rules
But there's pressure on this fool
And it makes me tear it up, tear it up, tear it up

Do not ask for permission, beg for forgiveness
Then get down to business, do it with the quickness
Move fast and break things, don't ask and take things
The powers that be make cash and hate things
Lately, it's been smoke rings on everything
World on fire, been hoping for better things
Electing the ones pandering and meddling
Pedal to the metal, then back to backpedaling
Upset, can't see the sunset, it's unsettling
Unrest at every address, here come the reckoning
Silence is deafening, press is unquestioning
Pressure is deepening, leaders are unwelcoming
Don't know the cost, then you better pay attention
Bear witness to the price of ambition
Stare at the eclipse, even though you know the risk
Lift your head, don't fall in the abyss

The evil that men do

Lift your head, raise the dead
Stop the voice that holds it down
Lift your head, raise the dead
Stop the voice that holds it down

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