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Walk Astray

 

Walk Astray

(album: The Misery Index: Notex From The Plague Years - 2006)


Where were you the day they stole our innocence
And arranged a sacrifice for everyone in town
Drove all the words yet to be written underground
To save the money on the kerosene they'd need
Were you awake or were you sleeping
Or just too afraid to disagree?

Well, I don't wanna sing about freedom anymore
I wanna see it, I wanna feel it
I wanna know that it still sits beyond the lies that we've been told
Beyond the wars that keep our families from home
I know that there's a way
Dear God let there be a way
To change the path we're on
And believe in a better day

Our dreams are their worst nightmares, these songs, a call to arms
We can dance on the graves that held us, we can change the course of time
Stand up and fight, save yourself
Strike, the time is now

You and me, we are more like sheep
Forced to march, crippled feet, to the slaughter

I'll stand on principle, banner lifted and a fist raised high
Filthy soul with a patriot heart, dancing rhythms in a world apart
Stand up and fight, save yourself
Strike, the time is now

You and me, we are more like sheep
Forced to march, crippled feet, to the slaughter

You and me, we can live like thieves
On the dreams that we stole from their fears

Casting pearls before swine, hanging dead on the vine
Can we strive to be so much more than this
Casting pearls before swine, hanging dead on the vine
Can we strive to be so much more than this

You and me, we are more like sheep
Forced to march, crippled feet, to the slaughter

To the slaughter...

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