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Rise to Remain - Soundwave 2011 - Bridges Will Burn
Soundwave 2011
Disc 1
01. Powerslave (live in San Jose 26/2/08)
02. Nothing to Say
03. Scream Aim Fire (main version)
04. Mission Statement
05. Here We Are Juggernaut
06. Sick Bubblegum (Explicit)
07. Space Lord (Explicit)
08. Don't Look Back
09. Tres Brujas
10. Dust Be the Destiny
11. Gateways
12. Hold On
13. Reviver
14. Sequoia Throne
15. Bridges Will Burn
Disc 2
01. Stay Lucky
02. Knifeman
03. Natural's Not in It
04. It Never Ends
05. I Hate Hartley
06. Final Episode (Let's Change the Channel)
07. My Dark Place Alone
08. The Big Bad Wolf
09. Truck Stop Blues
10. Down Under
11. Road Rash (live)
12. We Have a Body Count
13. My Heart Your Hands
14. Impossible
15. Backbone
16. Save Our Selves (The Warning)
17. The Kill (Bury Me)
18. I.D.G.A.F.
19. Tell Me I'm a Wreck
20. Miracle
Mouth sewn shut, abandoned to speak
With the dawn of a new day rising, we all will know
Shall I not be heard? I will not
For they can't stand up, and bite the bullet
Their justice lies with pain, their justice is not belief
Killing, maiming, interrogating all who're true to their word
Behind life and death, lies the line we all must cross one day
For we are the same
And as I dream, of something real, we all will weep, for we can not feel
Pray for something new, the bridges will burn, as we cast our divides
Bring me to my knees, and laugh awhile
As you see the destruction you've caused
I will not be, brought down by mistakes in my past
Destroy, rebuild, enslave is not the only way
For you will decay
Destroy other relations, with a pure race
Created by intolerant bigots
Who would destroy a world
For their own power
Behind life and death, lies the line we all must cross one day
For we are the same
And as I dream, of something real, we all will weep, for we can not feel
The rivers are weeping, as the streets rain blood
As we now pass judgement, let the bridges burn
Behind life and death, lies the line we all must cross one day
For we are the same
And so we, in sickness, cry out our gaping maws, and so we, in sickness, reject our lives for dirt