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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

I know you know; let the life come back and force through my veins.
It goes, it goes through the protons and neutrons securing the frames.
Say yes, say no, it’s a matter of me forcing the praise.
Look on the new woman, man and child who are breaking their braces.

The catacombs and revolving doors inside of my brain,
preachers and whores, and the neon pupits burst into flames
We come from both sides and me the side of the tracks
humbling the ghosts — let the life that floods my veins bring me back..

The unshackling of the chains on my wrists
the loyalty to pain that resists
and the greatest books are talking about this —
Why must everybody die to exist?

Hello my love, seeking passages and food for your soul
On 95, look ahead ‘cause they’re not filling that hole yet..
Come lay your hands over mine and it will make us both brave,
Brave to know; let the life, the life force back in your veins.

The unshackling of the chains on my wrists
the loyalty to pain that resists
and the greatest books are talking about this
Why must everybody die to exist?

Are you ready for the power of God?
Are you waiting for the saints to all nod
at the girl who should be raised from the dead,
at the demons who’ve been forced from my head…

Oh hallelujah, oh hallelujah, oh hallelujah I have come undone..
Oh hallelujah, oh hallelujah, oh hallelujah I have come undone.

The unshackling of the chains on my wrists
the loyalty to pain that resists
and the greatest books are talking about this..
Why must everybody die to exist?

Are you ready for the power of God?
Are you waiting for the saints to all nod
at the girl who should be raised from the dead,
at the demons who’ve been forced from my head..

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These are lyrics by Charlotte Martin, from 'Veins'. This was posted at 03:27 PM on 29 September 2006 .
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