Here come the mornin' and I'll say goodbye to you Here come the mornin' and I'll say goodbye But I don't turn around 'cause the reason is treason Here
On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin' 'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, I hung my jeans And
end And now it's time to tell ourselves We wrote the constitution of treason The unspoken demise of an unbroken nation We wrote the constitution of treason
But who's gonna feel you? And who's gonna need you? And in between there's always someone They don't get you but you reach and smile And maybe this slow burn treason
starts here with my disgrace I give you my life then I run in haste In this false life something needs to give Tell me a reason why this isn't a treason
On the morrow he'll be dead I've smelt the ambush down in Rome Beware the ides of march But he's not gonna well There's no telling who'll be next Let
yours books with hate for fuel you calculate your lack of reason you burned the truth call it treason i hate this place Mind for Treason force-feeding
you Stay inside your darkened room And all your troubles will consume you... Depression is a sin Your temple is a prison Tomorrow breaks you down again Your soul committing treason
I'll love you deep inside These little acts of treason Are so hard to hide These little acts of treason Have never felt so right These little acts of treason
Shades of lies forming stained glass The beauty of which distracts Until it shatters down, crashes down Those whose colors shown until now Accusations
little girl's eyes I crave this freedom, I find it only in this little ship Just my soul and this bread and butter I am comfortable but there is a treason
-edged sword so hard to swallow Within your words I wallow And wait And wait for a reason And wait And wait for a reason Committing treason Trying myself
Behold the treason That sits fittingly on crowns of war We're sifting soot, gathering the evidence While they let us believe That the accused is free
Land of treason, waste no reason We are breathing fire We're packs of dogs, we're enemies of men We are not desired Our faces show, we've grown cold
[Originally by Naked Raygun]
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