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lyrics
I broke down my front door just to see where I live
This is a demon haunted world
They're only tryin' to stay hid
I sent away my love to find out what it's worth
And now the fields are getting dark, back home they're ringin' the bell
This is a demon haunted world
But don't go callin' it hell
I left my hometown behind to find out what I'm worth
I've traveled here, across gaping valleys
To live among phantoms in the alleys
The sirens sing a mother's lullaby
My two clenched fists, as cold as the weather
The lovers' hands, fingers woven together
Noise spills to the streets, youth in manifest
I've traveled here, across gaping valleys
To live among phantoms in the alleys
With criminals who preach their weary path
Police are bangin' on the door
And now, for all you know, they've come to take you
Now you're climbing out the bathroom window
Let yourself fill with fear, you'll find out what it's worth
And now they're standin' in the doorway of an empty house
An open window to the left, the drapes still blowin' out
Fear is the mother of survival
Tonight she's givin' birth
I've traveled here, across gaping valleys
To live among phantoms in the alleys
With criminals who preach their weary path
My two clenched fists, as cold as the weather
The lovers' hands, fingers woven together
The sirens sing a mother's lullaby
Procession in the night
The torches burning bright
Can't understand the words
But you can hear the voices calling
(This is a demon haunted world, but don't go callin' it hell)
(Just 'cause you ain't dead yet, that don't mean you're well)
And now you're gasping for each breath, trying to keep your head
There's something leaning in the garbage, it's a filthy bed
You found a place to sleep
You found out what that's worth
And now the fields are getting dark, back home they're ringin' the bell
This is the only world I know, please don't go callin' it hell
You left your hometown behind
You found out what you're worth
I've traveled here, across gaping valleys
To live among phantoms in the alleys
The sirens sing a mother's lullaby
My two clenched fists, as cold as the weather
The lovers' hands, fingers woven together
With criminals, youth in manifest
Preach your weary path
credits
from Cities Of Gold,
released June 19, 2012
Produced, Recorded, Mixed by: Robert Bock
Mastered by: Max Steger
Photography by: Kathleen Fanto
Artwork by: B. Thom Stevenson
Layout by: Matthew Tenney
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