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'Seven Years' is the brand new, free to download single from The Glass Room.
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I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!'
There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can't even passively take part and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop and you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all.
A sleight of hand help me to stand
Talking backwards falling land
Cures come to me then let me be
Our time has ended honestly
Of all the same things to be heard
Leave me lonely to be learned
I have sense that's ill-deserved
Shattered seconds forming words
And from the best days to the worst
Burn me coldly till it hurts
But I'm a mess look what you've made
Take the pill do what you hate
These are the days we feel depraved
We cannot hide these are the things
That make it pass more pleasantly
This will appease it's just disease
All men are created equal, the rights of every man are diminished, when the rights of one man are threatened.
The endless sound of coming down
Compare to share the daunting sound
Have long regret you can't forget
A little piece of happiness
I have a shame that's ill-deserved
Recover slowly best preserved
All the chances from the first
Imagine there's more in reserve
From the best days to the worse
Cure me slowly when it hurts
I'm a mess look what you've made
Take the pill do what you hate
So take what you’re owed
And believe what you know
That they’ll reap what they sow
They’ve taken it away
credits
released January 10, 2014
Written by Scott Moulding, Richard Jende, Darren O’Neill
Produced by Darren O'Neill
Engineered by Darren O’Neill and Kristian Lasham
Mixed and Mastered by Darren O’Neill
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