Texas In July - Salt Of The Earth Album Lyrics

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Hook, Line, And Sinner

Show your face,
Pull down the sheets
Engulfed in confliction
Once again.
The gold curtain,
Is no longer,
Considered a shelter.
The gold curtain,
Is no longer,
Considered a shelter,
CONSIDERED A SHELTER!
MOVE!
Roll out the red carpet,
For what we call the mainstay
Roll out the red carpet,
For what we call the main-
Bury yourself
With accomplishments,
You kept them all from me,
Expected to lead the way,
You'll take my dignity,
And the kingdom came,
Goodbye!
Goodbye!
Show your face!
Show your face!
Goodbye!

 

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Dressed For War

One last time
We will stand
At the foot
Of the cross
Where he made
That last sacrifice
For you and I
You and I
No, they will not take me alive
For in this battle I will fight
This is the turning point of
Everything
I'll stand my ground for Him
(For we are dressed for war)
And I'll always hold
That promise to you
That I made that one day
And I'll always hold
That promise to you
That I made that day
I'll stand true as I am for you
They'll never know
For this devil strains
Break these chains for I am not a sinner
This is murder! Why can't you hear me clear? [x6]

 

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Show Some Pride

Along it's weighed out for you,
It's weighed too much for you.
Too many years.
Take this to heart now,
Consider this your warning
You'll die
Never more!
Never again!
Take me home!
This bone won't be thrown around now,
It's killing me.

 

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There's Talk Of Strange Folk Abroad

The hooded scoundrels await their death.
We are of those chosen few.
They bare the marks of the sin.
They're nothing like us but they try to destroy our trust.
Their books and chants will harm none
For we will stand strong, in the pit of the night.
For the arbolist is growing weak, and the servants die off.
THE TIME HAS COME WHEN THERE'S NO ONE LEFT TO HOLD YOUR HAND
Stand your ground
There is talk of strange folk aboard

 

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Reflections

Why?
You change yourself
Into something different for no one
Else's but the whole world's expectations
You dug yourself
Real deep this time
So lose the shovel
You dug yourself
Real deep this time
So listen here
Lean on this crutch
Or be trampled
This filthy world
Is what we are left with
Try turning this around
I just look back
At the filthy world
And I bow down
Cry out
Love is reflection
Painted deep
Drowning in your own
Self-reflections
Drowning in your own
Disconnected reflections
We're all torn from this
Disconnected reflections