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Born From The Spear

from Prisoners Of The Flock by The Weight

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The lucky few are buried quick
Screaming in braille, and echo turned thick
A holy man, A gun in hand
Whatever they want the blood
Will still soak the sand
Swift feet now upon burning ground
Bury your head and swallow your heart
Able, willing, armed
Oh my god, what the fuck have you done?
Take hands of ones that make a fist
And voters that you fear
Desperate to heel
Your silent obedient consent
Still flooding the keel
I’m closing my eyes in the hope that the torment and anguish it all goes away
The centuries that swallowed the victims in time are written out of books on display
How much more is there that we can take?
And how much more should we give?

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from Prisoners Of The Flock, released November 9, 2012

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The Weight Adelaide, Australia

Metal / Hardcore band from Adelaide SA forming in 2009.

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