Broadcast

Until the break of dawn you never change your place
The lines you draw in sand don't always have to be replaced
The broadcast never fails to show you everything you want
The dollar signs inside your eyes are coming to a front

Save the saints of nothing else
Broadcast out to needed help
Battle lines are drawn away
The future that we always need
Is not in parting of the seas
Broadcast out to change of needs

Right as the midnight sky illuminates with change
Your thoughts of destruction and hate can always be replaced
The wicked will go silent and denial will take its bow
The just will take the place of all the cities broken down

Save the saints of nothing else
Broadcast out to needed help
Battle lines are drawn away
The future that we always need
Is not in parting of the seas
Broadcast out to change of needs

Save the saints of something else
Broadcast out to needed help
Battle lines are drawn away
The present that we always need
Is not in parting of the seas
Broadcast out to change of needs
Broadcast out to death of greed
Broadcast out to what's unseen



Credits
Writer(s): Broderick Porter Walters, Henry Gilbert Stover, Jack Robert Luckett Ziesemer, Miles Handley Smith
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