The Sufferer & the Witness

[ti:roadside] [ar:RA] [al:VW] [by:ANTICHRIS] [00:02.28]Roadside [00:04.56] [00:08.31]edited by ANTICHRIS [00:12.92] [00:16.46]Tell me what I' m supposed to do [00:20.07]With all these leftover feelings of you [00:26.26]Because I don't know [00:30.89]

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:01.82]4.Bricks [00:04.73] [00:05.56] [00:07.40]When faith alone is not enough, [00:09.17]To keep our heads barely above, [00:10.30]We look for reason and come up empty-handed. [00:13.05]And when our children fight our wars, [00:

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:05.57]Under The Knife [00:07.43] [00:07.84] [00:19.09]Wake me up inside [00:21.06]Tell me theres a reason [00:23.62]To take another step [00:25.67]To get up off my knees and, [00:28.11]Follow this path of most resistance [00:32.

In fields where nothing grew but weeds, I found a flower at my feet, Bending there in my direction, I wrapped a hand around its stem, I pulled until the roots gave in, Finding there what I'd been missing, But I know- So I tell myself, I tell myself i

Ready To Fall Hold on slow down again from the top now and tell me everything I know I've been gone for what seems like forever But I'm here now waiting To convince you that I'm not a ghost or a stranger But closer than you think 'She said just go on

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:01.76]7.Drones [00:04.02] [00:10.92] [00:23.35]Deep inside these burning buildings [00:26.66]Voices die to be heard [00:27.98]Years we spent teaching a lesson [00:30.15]We ourselves had never learned [00:32.82] [00:33.26]And if

You spend your days counting the hours you're awake And when night covers the sky you find yourself doing the same It's a burden you've been burying in spite of all your prayers As the light turns off inside your heart do you remember What it's like

Rise Against - Prayer Of The Refugee ★ Warm yourself by the fire, son, And the morning will come soon. I'll tell you stories of a better time, In a place that we once knew. Before we packed our bags And left all this behind us in the dust, We had a p

set me off like dynamite strapped tight around my waist we are the ones in competition but claim this ain't no race take a breath and explode like bullets tearing throungh the wind cut me up with a razor blade that tries to separathe skin now in the

Chairs thrown and tables toppled, Hands armed with broken bottles, Standing no chance to win but, We're not running, we're not running. There's a point I think we're missing, It's in the air we raise our fists in, In the smiles we cast each other, My