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Correct Weavers Of Woe Lyrics
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Correct Weavers Of Woe
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The fear plants tears of misery The profiteers, the mercenaries Do you really know what you see, or is it all for show? Why are we living in despair? Knives and guns and bombs Knives and guns and bombs Knives and guns and bombs It's the same old wrong Like a monster as big as the moon A formula in which they all consume I now see the twisted legions lost in greed And I see so many twisted demons on TV Money makes their world go round They weave their webs without a sound Malice makes their world go round They weave their webs without a sound The spiral twists into a seed They shape the end for you and me Paranoia some may say But I know they are there, to my disdain Humans of this Earth Why focus on path? Have we not learnt a thing? Why let those demons win? Like a monster as big as the moon A formula in which they all consume I now see the twisted legions lost in greed And I see so many (of) the twisted legions on the street Money makes their world go round They weave their webs without a sound Money makes their world go round They weave their webs without a sound I turned the news on, it was all bad Always seems to be I ended up diving into a painting of a mushroom house With technicolor waterfalls The flower beings then flapped their wings The clouds would glow and rained would sing Then I fall right back to Earth on, no! Yea the bright is so bright now, but the dark is an end to all You believe what you believe And continue battling on through (paranoid voices) I see us falling, right now, I seen us falling, climb back now! We need to climb now! We need to climb back now Like a monster as big as the moon A formula in which they all consume I now see the twisted legions lost in greed And I see so many (of) the twisted legions on the street Money makes their world go round They weave their webs without a sound Money makes their world go round They weave their webs without a sound
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