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Live Chronicles / Berlin 2014
Disc 1
01. After the Eulogy
02. Rookie
03. Pariah Under Glass
04. When Rhetoric Dies
05. Still Waiting for the Punchline
06. The Abonimations of Those Virtuous
07. Our Time Honored Tradition of Cannibalism
08. (Compassion) As Skull Fragments on the Wall
09. My Life in the Knife Trade
10. Across Five Years
11. Twelve Step Hammer Program
12. Unspoken Request
13. The Force Majeure
Disc 2
01. Eviction Article
02. Last Year's Nest
03. Full Color Guilt
04. Bathory's Sainthood
05. Dying on Principle
06. Handful of Redemtion
07. Release the Dogs
08. Foundations to Burn
09. Management Vs. Labor
10. High Wire Escape Artist
11. White Wedding Dress
12. On in Five
Disc 3
01. Walk Astray
02. Requiem
03. Final Communiqué
04. The Misery Index
05. [10] And Counting
06. Falling Out Theme
07. Empire
08. So Long... And Thanks for the Crutches
09. With Cold Eyes
10. Deja Coup
11. Social Register Fanclub
12. Nostalgic for Guillotines
13. A Far Cry
Where were you the day they stole our innocence
And arranged a sacrifice for everyone in town
Drove all the words yet to be written underground
To save the money on the kerosene they'd need
Were you awake or were you sleeping
Or just too afraid to disagree?

Well, I don't wanna sing about freedom anymore
I wanna see it, I wanna feel it
I wanna know that it still sits beyond the lies that we've been told
Beyond the wars that keep our families from home
I know that there's a way
Dear God let there be a way
To change the path we're on
And believe in a better day

Our dreams are their worst nightmares, these songs, a call to arms
We can dance on the graves that held us, we can change the course of time
Stand up and fight, save yourself
Strike, the time is now

You and me, we are more like sheep
Forced to march, crippled feet, to the slaughter

I'll stand on principle, banner lifted and a fist raised high
Filthy soul with a patriot heart, dancing rhythms in a world apart
Stand up and fight, save yourself
Strike, the time is now

You and me, we are more like sheep
Forced to march, crippled feet, to the slaughter

You and me, we can live like thieves
On the dreams that we stole from their fears

Casting pearls before swine, hanging dead on the vine
Can we strive to be so much more than this
Casting pearls before swine, hanging dead on the vine
Can we strive to be so much more than this

You and me, we are more like sheep
Forced to march, crippled feet, to the slaughter

To the slaughter ...