Tribe


Maybe I Can’t Win This War,
But It’s Not How I Die,
But Rather, What We Live For.
So Seek The Echo Of The Tribe.
And I Can Sense Despair.
Welcome That Be Of Man,
Just Another Serpent.
So We Unconform Into Conformity.
Now Here Comes The Beasts.
They Come To Steal You Away.
And So We Damn The Beasts.
Blue Skies Are Painted On The Walls.
Where Have All The Indians Gone?
Call It Faith, Whatever You Want,
There’s More To Life.
There’s More Than What We’ve Been Taught.
We Seek The Echo Of The Tribe……….
And So We Dose Ourselves Until We Overdose.

Cannibal JonesSong

◄ Blew Away

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