Underground_Network
January 17th, 2009, 08:12 AM
Last night in the
Open pavilion
There were twenty-five men
And twenty-five billion
Unborn Americans
Living on the edge of it (x3)
Because we all don't know
What anything is
Until it exists, until it exists...
Oh we all don't know
What anything is
Until it exists, until it exists.
We were reborn
After never being known
We were unkind
After never being shown
How to make things right for once in our lives...
And last night in the
Open pavilion
I could feel
The sheer thrill of it
Feel the sheer thrill of it...
Surging through my veins
Making me reach that
All-time high
That my health teacher preached against...
I think I'm okay
I'll never be okay
It's all just okay
Until it's no longer
Anything at all, anything at all...
Because we all don't know
What anything is
Until it exists, until it exists.
Oh we all don't know
What anything is
Until its dismissed as being unreal...
Abnormal phenomena
Apocalyptic entities
Paranormal patronizers
Telling us that nothin's fake...
Pundits and philosophers
Telling us nothin's real
Everything's a lie
And everyone's on fire (everyone's on fire, everyone's on fire)...
Because we all don't know
What anything is
Until it exists, until it exists...
Oh we all don't know
What anything is
Until its too late, until its too late...
And oh my fucking god
Last night in the
Open pavilion
Ended our chances
Of finding a million lives to save (to compensate for what we've done...)
Because we're not heroes
Oh we're not anyone
We're just the ones
Who really want to know...
Why we all don't know
What anything is,
Until it exists, until it exists...
Oh we all don't know
What anything is,
The people persist, the people persist...
Oh we all don't know
What anything is,
Until they resist, until they resist.
Bloodshed
Characterizes
What we have done
In the open pavilion
Where twenty-five men lay dead...
Twenty-five billion children unborn (unborn, unborn, unborn, unborn, unborn, unborn)...
Open pavilion
There were twenty-five men
And twenty-five billion
Unborn Americans
Living on the edge of it (x3)
Because we all don't know
What anything is
Until it exists, until it exists...
Oh we all don't know
What anything is
Until it exists, until it exists.
We were reborn
After never being known
We were unkind
After never being shown
How to make things right for once in our lives...
And last night in the
Open pavilion
I could feel
The sheer thrill of it
Feel the sheer thrill of it...
Surging through my veins
Making me reach that
All-time high
That my health teacher preached against...
I think I'm okay
I'll never be okay
It's all just okay
Until it's no longer
Anything at all, anything at all...
Because we all don't know
What anything is
Until it exists, until it exists.
Oh we all don't know
What anything is
Until its dismissed as being unreal...
Abnormal phenomena
Apocalyptic entities
Paranormal patronizers
Telling us that nothin's fake...
Pundits and philosophers
Telling us nothin's real
Everything's a lie
And everyone's on fire (everyone's on fire, everyone's on fire)...
Because we all don't know
What anything is
Until it exists, until it exists...
Oh we all don't know
What anything is
Until its too late, until its too late...
And oh my fucking god
Last night in the
Open pavilion
Ended our chances
Of finding a million lives to save (to compensate for what we've done...)
Because we're not heroes
Oh we're not anyone
We're just the ones
Who really want to know...
Why we all don't know
What anything is,
Until it exists, until it exists...
Oh we all don't know
What anything is,
The people persist, the people persist...
Oh we all don't know
What anything is,
Until they resist, until they resist.
Bloodshed
Characterizes
What we have done
In the open pavilion
Where twenty-five men lay dead...
Twenty-five billion children unborn (unborn, unborn, unborn, unborn, unborn, unborn)...