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• Artiste: This, Our Battle Cry
• Titre: Conscience
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how far will this train take me today? let's make war with our words and never repent the innate depression that comes with these thoughts and as the dream slowly gives way to the sounds of heartache over the months i'll make up anything to get out of explaining the paths i have crossed it's not written in the stars it's right here in my heart the words that always keep me going strong and i don't see it in their lies it's missing from your eyes passion, emotion, or semblances of pain at the world around you, at the concrete buildings, at the starving children dying everyday while we sit here talking sipping coffee half drunk happy i'll try to write all of these songs and maybe in some coffeeshop you'll learn to sing along and then i'll open for some band you can jam on the drums for a couple of minutes we'll be as one you'll smash those buckets, pretend they're the state i'll forget about conscience...