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Pain Of Salvation One Hour By The Concrete Lake

numb, go blind... One's drilling out a pipe One adjusts the aim One makes trigger parts Weapons as a game! All trapped in killing routine Washed clean... ...by

witness of war in this godforsaken scene Far from those grey walls See children with guns hatred and fear in their eyes They shoot to release their pain

see our past and our coming. For, as with us and our time, these flames are solely born through the complete and utterly consumption of its surroundings. By

of the scars we're leaving... ...inside! I swear there's someone inside Fighting to get outside Just give it all an hour By the Concrete Lake! [

met this man, wearing a worn old flyer's cap. Every day he had to dig 10 feet down for his daily ration of water - one poor gallon. And so he did - singing

: [southamerican bonus track] [Music and Lyrics by D.Gildenlow] Through a dusty window I watch the clouds draw near A lovely vision of my doom The

[southamerican bonus track] [Music and Lyrics by D.Gildenlow] Through a dusty window I watch the clouds draw near A lovely vision of my doom The

t leave - this is our home We can't let our past go... [Hallgren] [Hermansson] [D. Gildenlow] But we can't leave - this is our home! If you like concrete

of the scars we're leaving... ...inside! I swear there's someone inside Fighting to get outside Just give it all an hour By the Concrete Lake! [