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Afghanistan : 10 Years of War

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The first part of our series about the past 10 years of the US in Afghanistan.

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Jesse Hasek -- Vocals

Ryan "Tater" Johnson -- Guitar

Lewis Cosby -- Bass

Brian Vodinh -- Guitar/Drums

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"Chasing The Rapture"

Putrid words from sharpened tongues
Are spewing them from our mouths
Without a translation
We're just making sounds
The pride of a lion is your disguise
But the fear of a coward’s in your eyes

You're chasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselves
We need more then miracles
We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now
And save us from ourselves
Out sight and out of mind
Make everything alright
So let the sky and sea collide
Just not in our lifetime
The end is running late tonight
The kingdom comes crashing down into ashes
Careful what you're asking for
You're chasing the rapture

Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselves
We need more than miracles
We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now
And save us from ourselves

We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers

Chasing the rapture
Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselves
You're chasing the rapture

Praying for a
Perfect disaster
To save us from ourselves
We need more than miracles
We need to answer
For the blood on our hands now
And save us from ourselves

We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers
We're comfortable killers

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"The Wicked Ones"

She, She is the love that you make and break
And He, He is the drug that you hate to crave
And I, I am the liar you made to praise
And You, You are the one that we want and need

Who will convince us?
The Wickeds Will
Who condemn us?
The Wickeds will
Who will defend us?

Always
We are the Wicked ones who adore you
The Wicked ones will destroy you
We are the lost of your innocence
The Wicked ones running for you

We, We are the scar on the skin again
Massive lines of wondering eyes
Waiting, waiting to be bastard eyes
Monopolized selling clones of every kind

Who will convince us?
The Wickeds Will
Who condemn us?
The Wickeds will
Who will defend us?

Always
We are the Wicked ones who adore you
The Wicked ones will destroy you
We are the lost of your innocence
The Wicked ones (running for you?)

Kill yourself to save yourself from yourself [x3]

Before you become one of us [x2]

We are the Wicked ones who adore you
The Wicked ones will destroy you
We are the lost of your innocence
The Wicked ones (The wicked ones)

You will become one of us

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