The Listening

Strike the ground
 There's not a message in the sound
 Hold out your hands
 When your God's not listening
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 Best believe, best believe
 You'll be systematically
 Placed to die tomorrow
 With a taste, so sweet
 It could drain the sorrow, the sorrow
 We're living through your eyes
 But inside we start to die
 We count our losses
 Strike the ground
 There's not a message in the sound
 Hold out your hands
 When your God's not listening
 The common ground of a modern day escape
 Is calling for the listening
 You can't pull your way
 Through the same situations
 Time and time again
 You place your pawns in straight lines
 Alone to buy time
 Will we find the end, find the end?
 We're living through your eyes
 But inside we start to die
 We count our losses
 Making the wrong moves
 Hoping you'll make them right
 We raise our voices in time
 Strike the ground
 There's not a message in the sound
 Hold out your hands
 When your God's not listening
 The common ground of a modern day escape
 Is calling for the listening
 Where will you turn
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 When your God has abandoned you?
 Where will you turn
 When he leaves you to die?
 Where will you turn
 When your God has abandoned you?
 Where will you turn
 When he leaves you to die?
 We pray for God
 Strip the structure
 Scratch it out
 We praise empty skies
 Strike the ground
 There's not a message in the sound
 Hold out your hands
 When your God's not listening
 The common ground of a modern day escape
 Is calling for the listening
 We're living through your eyes
 But inside we start to die