The roots of the matter run miles deep
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This is the era of eternal sleep
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Please everybody now but please be advised
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Nothing's going away just cuz' you're closing your eyes
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This is the harvest of some rotten seeds
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This surely isn't any mystery
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This is the fruit of-a the poison trees
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You better ask yourself what you believe
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I see a stormin' is coming down
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And I can feel my bones creak
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I know you can feel it too
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But you just to scared
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Are you just to scared to speak?
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The wire is taped now and crackling hot
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Words from a burning screen will make your stomach knot
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Fear the hopeless and lock the door
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Sweet safety, praise the lord
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The loud voices got the signals locked
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All the past heroes now outlined in chalk
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Well that'll teach the world to not walk the walk
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And show your face out in the light and hear the pistols pop
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Well.. this is the harvest of some rotten seeds
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This surely isn't any mystery
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This is the fruit of-a the poison trees
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You better ask yourself what you believe
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I see a stormin' is coming down
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And I can feel it in my bones
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I know you can feel it too
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But you think that you're
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You think that you're all alone
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Old tactics leaves you face down on the bricks
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This new dog knows some terrible tricks
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Turn the camera's off and it doesn't exist
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Thats a lesson well learned back in 1966
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This is the harvest of some rotten seeds
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This surely isn't any mystery
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This is the fruit of the poison trees
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You better ask yourself what you believe
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I see a stormin' is coming down
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And I can feel my bones creak
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I know you can feel it too
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But you just to scared
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Are you just to scared to?
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A stormin' is coming down
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And I can feel it in my bones
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I know you can feel it too
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But you just think that you're
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You think that you're all alone
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Poison Trees
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The Devil Makes Three |