[How, through their beliefs the Cathars tried to achieve a state of Perfection] Search! We can't eat no flesh no fowl Sleeping around is out Women are
[How the crusaders burnt the Cathars as punishment for their so called heretic beliefs] Watch the final scene At the Bucher or the stake Gonna build
[From the 11th to the 13th century a particular religious sect was allowed to grow in the Languedoc region of France. Called Catharism this dualist thinking
[The massed attack and slaughter of the people and city of Beziers because the residents of that city killed a few of the crusaders] To Beziers city
[The hatred that was shown by the crusaders for people who were basically peaceful and the extremes of torture and murder to rid France of the heretics
In the vessel there's a switch in the middle You really shouldn't fiddle cause its toxic Listen up 'cos it's a red light And the pressure's blowing up
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Savior of the servants on this Runaway train without a cause Every day I tell myself I gotta find a way Out of this American Paradox Padding, like
Just one more verse I swear Just one more line to rhyme with the last one I didn't really mean to write at all And it's all my fault I'm wasting precious
people savior of the servants on this runaway train without a cause. Everyday I tell myself I gotta find a way out of this American Paradox. Paddling
An electric concrete fantasy Where the billboards keep on warning me That if I don't keep moving, I'll get stuck in this place Where nobody gets out
A quiet moment before the champ goes down through the doors of his decision to fight through one last round. Though he's beaten and he knows it, no
Well I don't want to make you angry Don't want to talk about it When you call I pretend I'm not around And I don't make good company And one of us has
Tonight we're gonna burn it up 'til too much feels alright The feast has been laid out to the hungry eyes inside our minds We are not without a cause
STRUNG OUT LYRICS "The Kids" Don't pack your bags don't bring your things just leave them all behind Don't you worry about a letter left for someone
You weigh your sadness well, it fits the color of your world. Though you have nothing to complain about, there's always something wrong. Break neck lies
The mirror never lies and neither does the face of a man who doesn't know where his place is This man and his shadow know exactly where they're going
I'll understand if you're not feeling well enough to write I'll understand if you've got way too many things to do you see I've been sitting here for