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By The Tree Let Your Glory Fall

our memory Change your name and your identity Afraid of the truth and our dark history Why is everybody always chasing we Cut off the roots of your family tree

man thought would fall The altars of the just Crushed .... dust in the wind No man yields who flies in my ship Danger! Let the bridge computer speak Stranger! Load your

man thought would fall The altars of the just Crushed .... dust .... in the wind .... No man yields who flies in my ship Danger! Let the bridge computer speak Stranger! Load your

body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those

days the fruit falls from the tree straight into your mouth. Or you could beat yourself for all the things you did an' didn't do. Or let life pass you

months there To stop for a minute Just to start up again Your hands like birds in the trees If the trees themselves were all on fire Your hips on mine

malevolence, perversion, and greed When one of us dies we don?t really learn anything Outside the funeral doing bumps, burning trees Plotting revenge, crying over fallen angels Sometimes your

is it for? My Lord the Stars moon and sun Even the skies testify to your Greatness Revelation 4:11 praise for all your creation It's all For your glory Through your infinite power Your

Change your name and your identity Afraid of the truth and our dark history Why is everybody always chasing we Cut off the roots of your family tree