Abaddon
On top of a hill in the Pines
Lived an old man of the loom
He raised corn, wheat, barley, and rye
'Til he could block out the sky
He leveled the earth for his flame
Took it down tree by tree
The land that once served as his womb
Sent poppies up on his tomb
Looking through my mind to find the person left behind in clover
(I believe in something more than this)
A blessing and a curse, surely the past would be much worse I know
(I can't see how ignorance is bliss)
Time is caught inside the walls of plastic bags and pride, strewn over
(Out of phase, we're stuck in dissonance)
Our Mother, Our Father
There lived a king half made of steel
Half made of wind and clay
He built a great castle of stone
And made its pulpit his throne
The peasants they rose up in spite
For want of bread and wine
The fortress the king build instead
Came crumbling down on his head
Looking through my mind to find the person left behind in clover
(I believe in something more than this)
A blessing and a curse, surely the past would be much worse I know
(I can't see how ignorance is bliss)
Time is caught inside the walls of plastic bags and pride, strewn over
(Out of phase, we're stuck in dissonance)
Our Mother, Our Father
Oh, God never dies
Oh, he's just reborn
Try to recognize the truth
Empires fall but
Oh, God never dies
Oh, he's just reborn
Try to recognize the truth
Empires fall but...
Lived an old man of the loom
He raised corn, wheat, barley, and rye
'Til he could block out the sky
He leveled the earth for his flame
Took it down tree by tree
The land that once served as his womb
Sent poppies up on his tomb
Looking through my mind to find the person left behind in clover
(I believe in something more than this)
A blessing and a curse, surely the past would be much worse I know
(I can't see how ignorance is bliss)
Time is caught inside the walls of plastic bags and pride, strewn over
(Out of phase, we're stuck in dissonance)
Our Mother, Our Father
There lived a king half made of steel
Half made of wind and clay
He built a great castle of stone
And made its pulpit his throne
The peasants they rose up in spite
For want of bread and wine
The fortress the king build instead
Came crumbling down on his head
Looking through my mind to find the person left behind in clover
(I believe in something more than this)
A blessing and a curse, surely the past would be much worse I know
(I can't see how ignorance is bliss)
Time is caught inside the walls of plastic bags and pride, strewn over
(Out of phase, we're stuck in dissonance)
Our Mother, Our Father
Oh, God never dies
Oh, he's just reborn
Try to recognize the truth
Empires fall but
Oh, God never dies
Oh, he's just reborn
Try to recognize the truth
Empires fall but...
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Writer(s): Nolan Lindenburg
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