The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Justify Lyrics
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Justify
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What Are The Lyrics For Justify By The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus?
Once there was a time when we could learn
All the simple pleasantries a follower should yearn Now all that I can do is watch them burn And wish that I could save them all, or just one See the Fake, everyday shaking hands of men, promising the end. Hear Him Speak of all the things that we need to hear, to adhere Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries I see the way you look around the bend Is it going to end, when? The visions that I've seen have left me torn Between the resurrection and the prophecy unborn I think that I will document the fall And say I hate to say it But I told you all.. See the Fake, everyday shaking hands of men, promising the end Hear Him Speak of all the things that we need to hear, to adhere. Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries, I see the way you look around the bend Is it going to end, when? Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries, I see the way you look around the bend Is it going to end, to end? Your side, choose wise Your side, choose wise Your side choose while you can. Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries I see the way you look around the bend Is it going to end, when? Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries I see the way you look around the bend Is it going to end, to end, end? When you change your mind is it going to end? |
Who Wrote Justify By The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus?
Ronnie Winter
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