| Rise Against – Re-Education (Through Labor) Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines Masturbating is usually rhythmic, like a heart beat or machine cogs turning. We toss and turn but don't sleep Each breath we take makes us thieves You toss and turn without sleep because you can’t. You’re too busy masturbating. And you breath heavily and off rhythm because it feels good I guess. Like causes without rebels Just talk but promise nothing else You talk because you don’t want people to know, so you’re throwing smoke. You don’t make any promises because you might want to wank later. We crawl on our knees for you Under a sky no longer blue We sweat all day long for you The sperm is pretty much your servant, ergo, movement on knees. Under a sky no longer blue because it’s at night. Black sky. They sweat all day long because they are journeying through the reproductive tract to the egg. But we sow seeds to see us through 'Cause sometimes dreams just don't come true We wait to reap what we are due Planting the seeds that is sperm in the tract. Dreams not coming true=no conception and reaping what we are due is a child. To the rhythm of a time bomb ticking away And the blare of the sirens combing the streets Rhythmic masturbating, once again. Chased down like dogs we run from Your grasp until the sun comes up Sperm is killed by the acidic fluids, and their only respite is when they find the egg, the proverbial rising of the sun. White needle's buried in the red White needles obviously = sperm, the red being the delivery mechanism/mucous tissue The engine roars and then it gives But never dies Erectile Dysfunction 'Cause we don't live We just survive On the scraps that you throw away Sperm isn’t babies yet, but they’re trying to survive, but sometimes they’re just thrown on the ground from masturbating. I won't crawl on my knees for you I won't believe the lies that hide the truth I won't sweat one more drop for you The sperm is done being wasted, they don’t want to be used willy nilly. 'Cause we are the rust upon your gears We are the insect in your ears We crawl We crawl We crawl... all over you Sometimes when you shoot, they get on you and they writhe with their cute little tails. We sow the seeds to see us through Our days are precious and so few Sperm have short life-spans. We all reap what we are due Under this sky no longer blue We bring the dawn long overdue They reap the child from the egg, the long overdue dawn being the birth of a new baby. We crawl We crawl We crawl... all over you Repetition. |
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| Rise Against – Re-Education (Through Labor) Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I worked awhile on this, hope you guys like it. To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines Masturbating is usually rhythmic, like a heart beat or machine cogs turning. We toss and turn but don't sleep Each breath we take makes us thieves You toss and turn without sleep because you can’t. You’re too busy masturbating. And you breath heavily and off rhythm because it feels good I guess. Like causes without rebels Just talk but promise nothing else You talk because you don’t want people to know, so you’re throwing smoke. You don’t make any promises because you might want to wank later. We crawl on our knees for you Under a sky no longer blue We sweat all day long for you The sperm is pretty much your servant, ergo, movement on knees. Under a sky no longer blue because it’s at night. Black sky. They sweat all day long because they are journeying through the reproductive tract to the egg. But we sow seeds to see us through 'Cause sometimes dreams just don't come true We wait to reap what we are due Planting the seeds that is sperm in the tract. Dreams not coming true=no conception and reaping what we are due is a child. To the rhythm of a time bomb ticking away And the blare of the sirens combing the streets Rhythmic masturbating, once again. Chased down like dogs we run from Your grasp until the sun comes up Sperm is killed by the acidic fluids, and their only respite is when they find the egg, the proverbial rising of the sun. White needle's buried in the red White needles obviously = sperm, the red being the delivery mechanism/mucous tissue The engine roars and then it gives But never dies Erectile Dysfunction 'Cause we don't live We just survive On the scraps that you throw away Sperm isn’t babies yet, but they’re trying to survive, but sometimes they’re just thrown on the ground from masturbating. I won't crawl on my knees for you I won't believe the lies that hide the truth I won't sweat one more drop for you The sperm is done being wasted, they don’t want to be used willy nilly. 'Cause we are the rust upon your gears We are the insect in your ears We crawl We crawl We crawl... all over you Sometimes when you shoot, they get on you and they writhe with their cute little tails. We sow the seeds to see us through Our days are precious and so few Sperm have short life-spans. We all reap what we are due Under this sky no longer blue We bring the dawn long overdue They reap the child from the egg, the long overdue dawn being the birth of a new baby. We crawl We crawl We crawl... all over you Repetition. |
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