Songtexte Crimson Cord - Propaganda
                                                The 
                                                pain 
                                                that 
                                                guides 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                strings 
                                                that 
                                                tie 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                coincidence 
                                                that 
                                                proves 
                                                to 
                                                us 
                                                God's 
                                                existence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Joy 
                                                we 
                                                misplaced
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beautiful 
                                                mistakes
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                scarlet 
                                                thread
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Crimson 
                                                Cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wear 
                                                your 
                                                scars 
                                                out 
                                                loud
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                the 
                                                fingerprints 
                                                of 
                                                The 
                                                Lord
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord, 
                                                baby, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                timeline, 
                                                    a 
                                                scarlet 
                                                thread
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord, 
                                                baby, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                me 
                                                celebrate 
                                                your 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that's 
                                                beautiful, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                regrets, 
                                                boy, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                Evidence 
                                                of 
                                                God's 
                                                love, 
                                                that's 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                it 
                                                do 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                boy's 
                                                brain 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                his 
                                                father 
                                                through 
                                                glass 
                                                walls
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                Algebra 
                                                homework 
                                                less 
                                                important 
                                                than 
                                                last 
                                                calls
 
                                    
                                
                                                Collect 
                                                calls 
                                                come 
                                                from 
                                                up 
                                                state
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                eventually 
                                                grow 
                                                numb, 
                                                it's 
                                                    a 
                                                sad 
                                                state
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it's 
                                                hard 
                                                to 
                                                conceive, 
                                                let 
                                                alone 
                                                believe 
                                                that 
                                                you're 
                                                worth 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                your 
                                                little 
                                                brother's 
                                                blood 
                                                is 
                                                still 
                                                stained 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                converse
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                system 
                                                leave 
                                                him 
                                                hanging, 
                                                they 
                                                still 
                                                binge 
                                                on 
                                                syringes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Filled 
                                                with 
                                                self-hate, 
                                                that's 
                                                why 
                                                we 
                                                fly 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                hinges
 
                                    
                                
                                                Self-medicate, 
                                                still 
                                                struggle 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                smell 
                                                of 
                                                that 
                                                fresh 
                                                kush
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                after 
                                                salvation, 
                                                it's 
                                                tough
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looking 
                                                back 
                                                at 
                                                wasted 
                                                life, 
                                                who 
                                                never 
                                                had 
                                                    a 
                                                chance 
                                                to 
                                                begin 
                                                with
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ya'll 
                                                talking 
                                                about 
                                                    a 
                                                lamb 
                                                that's 
                                                sinless
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pain 
                                                that 
                                                guides 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                strings 
                                                that 
                                                tie 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                coincidence 
                                                that 
                                                proves 
                                                to 
                                                us 
                                                God's 
                                                existence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Joy 
                                                we 
                                                misplaced
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beautiful 
                                                mistakes
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                scarlet 
                                                thread
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Crimson 
                                                Cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wear 
                                                your 
                                                scars 
                                                out 
                                                loud
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                the 
                                                fingerprints 
                                                of 
                                                The 
                                                Lord
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord, 
                                                baby, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                timeline, 
                                                    a 
                                                scarlet 
                                                thread
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord, 
                                                baby, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                me 
                                                celebrate 
                                                your 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that's 
                                                beautiful, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                regrets, 
                                                boy, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                Evidence 
                                                of 
                                                God's 
                                                love, 
                                                that's 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                it 
                                                do 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                girl's 
                                                brain 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                her 
                                                father 
                                                through 
                                                face 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why, 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                call 
                                                her 
                                                pretty, 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                have 
                                                her 
                                                at 
                                                lunch 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                American 
                                                dream 
                                                has 
                                                filled 
                                                her 
                                                Mama 
                                                with 
                                                botox
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                personalized 
                                                license 
                                                plates, 
                                                dinner 
                                                dates, 
                                                he 
                                                went 
                                                to 
                                                Jared's
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can't 
                                                conceive 
                                                or 
                                                believe 
                                                that 
                                                you're 
                                                worth 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                rather 
                                                than 
                                                hanging 
                                                with 
                                                you, 
                                                they 
                                                buy 
                                                you 
                                                designer 
                                                purses
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                ain't 
                                                pose' 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                mad, 
                                                your 
                                                dad 
                                                buys 
                                                you 
                                                everything, 
                                                right?
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                should 
                                                all 
                                                wish 
                                                to 
                                                have 
                                                your 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                she 
                                                self-medicates 
                                                with 
                                                packages 
                                                and 
                                                purchases
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oxycontin 
                                                morning 
                                                after 
                                                pills 
                                                no 
                                                condoms
 
                                    
                                
                                                Suburbia 
                                                good 
                                                school, 
                                                healthy 
                                                church 
                                                folk 
                                                parents
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hittin' 
                                                death, 
                                                cover-up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mac 
                                                product, 
                                                not 
                                                enough
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pain 
                                                that 
                                                guides 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                strings 
                                                that 
                                                tie 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                coincidence 
                                                that 
                                                proves 
                                                to 
                                                us 
                                                God's 
                                                existence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Joy 
                                                we 
                                                misplaced
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beautiful 
                                                mistakes
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                scarlet 
                                                thread
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Crimson 
                                                Cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wear 
                                                your 
                                                scars 
                                                out 
                                                loud
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                the 
                                                fingerprints 
                                                of 
                                                The 
                                                Lord
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord, 
                                                baby, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                timeline, 
                                                    a 
                                                scarlet 
                                                thread
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord, 
                                                baby, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                me 
                                                celebrate 
                                                your 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that's 
                                                beautiful, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                regrets, 
                                                boy, 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                Evidence 
                                                of 
                                                God's 
                                                love, 
                                                that's 
                                                    a 
                                                crimson 
                                                cord
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pain 
                                                that 
                                                guides 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                strings 
                                                that 
                                                tie 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                coincidence 
                                                that 
                                                proves 
                                                to 
                                                us 
                                                God's 
                                                existence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Joy 
                                                we 
                                                misplaced
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beautiful 
                                                mistakes
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                scarlet 
                                                thread
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Crimson 
                                                Cord
 
                                    
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