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Death from Above
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What Are The Lyrics For Death from Above By Thrice?
I always thought, I always thought, that there was something different, setting us apart
That I was led, that I was led by men with sober minds and sympathetic hearts I swore an oath, swore an oath, but never knew just what it was to take a life To play at God, play at God across such distances and from so great a height But I am never sure who I am killing How many innocents were in the building? I drop death out of the No longer human beings, no longer people Just targets on a screen, none of it's real I drop death out of the sky Tell me why One day they sent, one day they sent me to the chaplain when I said I can't go on All he said, all he said was just to shut my mouth and do the will of God But I am never sure who I am killing How many innocents were in the building? I drop death out of the No longer human beings, no longer people Just targets on a screen, none of it's real I drop death out of the sky Tell me why Tell me why To make us safe, so it would seem But we shoot further than we dream Can't we see, we only justify Someone's resolve to rise against And to avenge the innocent And defend the ones that still survive I'm still asking why |
Who Wrote Death from Above By Thrice?
Dustin Michael Kensrue, Edward Carrington Breckenridge, James Riley Breckenridge, Teppei Teranishi
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What's The Duration Of The Death from Above By Thrice?The duration of Death from Above is 3:38 minutes and seconds. |
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