1. |
Human Targets
04:16
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We hang on walls
Like we hang on words
Holding faith in everything
That we’ve heard
Too blind to see our neighbors bleed
While plutocrats take aim
At you and me
From their point of view
If it’s a hit, it’s a hit
If it’s a miss, it’s a miss
And regardless, it doesn’t mean shit
And they couldn’t care less
Cause there’s nothing in it for them
Looking for justice
Within this conflict of interest
We live in fear
Cause that’s all that we know
Break our backs and our brains
Then recover at home
Bind our hands and our legs
Put us on display
Then complain that we complain
Just keep on ignoring us
Looking for justice
Within this conflict of interest
You say I wouldn’t accomplish
Without your hands in my pockets
Looking for justice
Within this conflict of interest
You say I wouldn’t accomplish
Without your bombs and your rockets
Well, I disagree
And I know it’s just me
All alone
And so I’ll remain
On this wall
With my shame
A bag of bones
A bag of bones
Just a bag of bones
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2. |
Tuned Out
04:37
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Life is a maze
And in this state of malaise
I just need something
To hold onto
For what on earth could sustain
Through trepidation and the mundane
While the world consumes you?
Consumes you
Tune me out
If you’re gonna cry, turn away
I don’t have time for that today
Call on Jesus if you need saved
Consult a sinner if you need praise
It's time that you go
Cause despite all my lies
I know I can't hide
My tears anymore
The end of the show
Blank stare in my eyes
Only fuzz on the screen
Return to monotony
Tune me out
If you’re gonna cry, turn away
I don’t have time for that today
Call on Jesus if you need saved
Consult a sinner if you need praise
Break, don’t speak
I don’t want to hear
About love and loss
And all of your fears
Revive the meek with stories to fill my ears
Of the thugs who called the shots
And wasted
Wasted all those years
I’m tuning out
Not coming back
I’m tuning out
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3. |
Minor Misunderstanding
04:29
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I'm alive
And that's all I can ask
So hand me my mask
And I'll throw the poison back
And I'll grow old
Doing all that I'm told
Growing one hole in my liver
For every two in my soul
And maybe
I'll come to forgive
But until then
I'd rather you were dead
And maybe
I'll learn to love again
But until then
I'll be crying myself to sleep in my bed
Jesus Christ, would you turn your cheek
To the pleasure I seek?
Or hold hot coals to my feet?
Cause I've grown tired
Of this faith you've inspired
And each passing week
I wait in vain for her to crawl back to me
And maybe
I'll come to forgive
But until then
I'd rather you were dead
And maybe
I'll learn to love again
But until then
I think it's just as well
You laying there leaking thoughts like a sieve
From the hole
I put in your head
From the hole
I put in your head
And maybe
I'll come to forgive
But until then
I'd rather you were dead
And maybe
I'll learn to love again
But until then
I'll be crying myself to sleep in my bed
And maybe I'll come to forgive
And maybe I'll learn to love again
And maybe I'll come to forgive
And maybe I'll learn to love again
And maybe I'll come to forgive
And maybe I'll learn to love again
And maybe I'll come to forgive
And maybe I'll learn to love again
Love again
Love again
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4. |
Life After Death
05:11
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You stare straight through me
As you try to erase
The memories that haunt you
From our first days
Another drink
Another tear down your cheek
There hasn't been a smile
On your face in weeks
So you wait on me
With an eye on the clock
Fearing your dreams
As it seems you forgot that
Whether or not you want me to
I'll follow you
And wait outside your home
So you know you're not alone
Until the light enters your eyes
After another restless night
Because you were too afraid
To sleep tight
Don't you think
You can hide from me
I'll be waiting right here for you patiently
For as long as it takes
Until you too pass
I've got all the time in the world
And these feelings will last
Whether or not you want me to
I'll follow you
And wait outside your home
So you know you're not alone
Until the light enters your eyes
After another restless night
Because you were too afraid to sleep tight
And I won't have the might to turn away
While you bathe
No, that wouldn't be right
To waste my sight
On anything less beautiful than you
Does it scare you my dear
(My dear, my dear)
That I'm always near
(I'm always near)
Cause I can't complain
Even with my body in a grave
Whether or not you want me to
I'll follow you
And wait outside your home
So you know you're not alone
Until the light enters your eyes
After another restless night
Because you were too afraid to sleep tight
And I won't have the might to turn away
While you bathe
No, that wouldn't be right
To waste my sight
On anything less beautiful than you
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5. |
Nothing Comes Easy
07:02
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The Earth is always spinning
(Just is)
There’s no way to change it
(Accept)
It’s beginning to make sense
It’s beginning to make sense
Something good is coming
(Have faith)
Don’t fear, you can survive the weight
I don’t know where I’m going
(I just hope you’re there)
I don’t know where I’m going
So I’ll sit here with my guitar
And write a song
About what everyone’s been searching for
All along
They need a purpose
A good reason for why they were born
To be their boat
On their way back to shore
One foot follows the other
(On the street)
Still feels like I’m floating
(In the sea)
I don’t know where I’m going
(I just hope you’re there)
I don’t know where I’m going
So I’ll sit here with my guitar
And write a song
About what everyone’s been searching for
All along
They need a purpose
A good reason for why they were born
To be their boat
On their way back to shore
(Where? Where? Where-oh-where-oh?)
(Where? Where? Where-oh-where-oh?)
(Where? Where? Where-oh-where-oh?)
(Where? Where? Where-oh-where-oh?)
Where is the lighthouse?
Would have thought we’d find it by now
Where is the lighthouse?
Don’t stop paddling
Keep an eye out
“Don’t worry, be happy”
I’m afraid it won’t be that easy
What we need is a whole new perspective
To pry the lid off of this secret
That God’s been holding hostage
Right in front of our faces
So I’ll stand here with my guitar
And sing a song
About what everyone’s been searching for
All along
They need a purpose
A good reason for why they were born
To be their boat
On their way back to shore
To be their boat
On their way back, their way back
To be their boat
On their way back, their way back
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People Person Boise, Idaho
Chris George is People Person. He lives in Boise writing and recording music that is, like, profound and meaningful or something.
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