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wavesword mars - "who remembers martin luther?" كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
now who remembers martin luther
and lays his vision of the truth on their own?
travelling through his land, no country for the old
and sure as h-ll no land for the youth
time stands silent while ident-ty charges
somewhere in the desert history’s cruced
against a joshua tree, agnostic, see
to such philosophies as marty’s(?)
if the cavalry don’t move an l soon
there’ll be nothing left to protect
from all the horror and the hurt
you try to show love, you suffer oh-so
you say “f-ck ’em, i’ll save ’em all
and i’ll do so solo.”
i’m looking at a world that’s got to change
but not from me will it receive that change unearned

take that vision that you’ve got, lay it on the doc’s
their contents’ the same ain’t it? is it not?
why should i enlist my son, my pride, to become
an ally of those with whom i share nothing but
a place in this world that always seems to dare:
“won’t you love me if you can?”

[pre-chorus]
my mountain, you’re listening, right?
i’m gonna move you by myself, although
your true weight’s in my soul
the badge of pain and sickness i wear with pride;
i’m free for i don’t have to wear n-body else’s

[chorus]
they ball so hard on the heart of a stranger
but in theirs there is nothing found
the one who stands bright apart is the danger
so god knows, god knows who
will play phoenix of wits and free the
dissenting mind from all this waste and sh-t

[verse 2]
the lotus of china is a co-e today
or so i contemplate, traipsing through warring states;
commiserating with those whom in cultures stagnating
are a bunch of malcolms in the middle
amidst all this speech i cannot translate
i can think of nothing but what i escaped;
they must fear, to cause such pain
frying in lightning fugees of the mind the world along
but, i mean, you should see these places: they’re beautiful
no babe of nationhood more beautiful by complexion!
my mountaintop was an oh-familiar street
with all i knew i walked feeling more a pimp than a bee
but if my eyes glided by a dying man
i’d feel the lack of vitalising knowledge in my hand

so in the shade of the range of this thought
i closed my fist – i’ve never been the mountaintop
only in the mist, never been the mountaintop
only in this mist, but them?
the home they want they may never even get to know
but they’re going there anyway

[verse 3]
well maybe i feel so persecuted, cos
i so fear their persecution;
and kept my every dream in the can
worried i ain’t that man enough to execute ’em
and by the jam of an epiphanic session
i am risen to answer my own acidic question
luther: yeah, i remember the guy;
he was a knight of jesus christ’s

- wavesword mars

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