About "All Our Kings Are Dead" album:
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"All Our Kings Are Dead" by Young Guns, which was released in 2010 and consists of 8 songs.
After The War
I walk these streets with bloodied hands,
Looking for the peace I lost,
Buried in the sand.
We live our lives on front lines,
We are all at war with time.
It's what they say,
I wouldn't have it any other way,
After the war,
Nobody comes back the same.
At The Gates
I see the vultures over head,
They're circling for the waking dead.
Walking the line,
Mile after mile,
Seems so much further than I ever thought.
Have I lost my way?
So I'll stand at the gates,
Screaming "I am not afraid",
But there's no-one listening to me.
Beneath The Waves
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today,
To lament the loss of honesty,
To the art of saving face.
Of vanity and opacity,
A generation lost beneath the waves.
Loose lips sink ships,
And we're all going down.
We're in the throes of vertigo,
I'm always on the run,
From all the things I've never done,
I can never escape.
Fluid in my lungs,
I've been treading water for so long.
You burn the books you've never read,
Because of what you think they said.
I'm not dead on arrival,
It's twenty below,
But I don't feel the cold any more,
Though the elements conspire
To drain me of desire, I move on.
I have spent so long searching,
Didn't know what I was looking for.
I don't know where I've been,
Much less to where I'm headed.
The shadow I cast,
Well it weighs more than my soul,
It's the only proof that I am here at all.
I will cordially invite you,
If you promise to accept,
Under no uncertain terms,
Will you be second best.
So unwind this mortal coil with me,
Meter & Verse
I carry my mistakes,
And she carries them too.
When all I see are bruises black,
She shows me the blue.
I remember the tears in the morning,
The dread of the veil gently falling to the floor.
I'll never know divinity,
So inadequately I write,
In meter and verse.
Every hour is a season,
Every minute lasts a day,
So I sit here picking stitches,
'Cos I find comfort in decay,
How I long to fill my lungs.
So tell me how does it feel to,
Breathe air cold and clean,
Cos I've been living on my knees,
Since I was seventeen.
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