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                                           Lineup: Masterpeace - 1999 
                                          Guitars: John Marshall, Kurdt Vanderhoof 
                                          Drums: Kirk Arrington 
                                          Bass: Duke Erickson 
                                          Vocals: David Wayne 
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                                    Sleeps With Thunder (6:21) 
                                    K. Vanderhoof 
                                     
                                    Is it just the Things you see that make it all worth while 
                                    Put your God into a box and keep him by your side 
                                    Hopeless is the refugee escaping from the truth 
                                    The mothership has passed you by now 
                                    there's nothing you can do 
                                     
                                    My time is finished here 
                                    Now choose what you must do 
                                    My eyes have shed the tears 
                                    And paid the price for you 
                                    Many here have seen the light 
                                    The devil sits and wonders 
                                    The man who keeps his heart a stone 
                                    Is the man who sleeps with thunder 
                                     
                                    Monuments and shrines are built to spirits that deceive 
                                    Soft associations with the angels you believe 
                                    Soon to find your friendly guides have lead you far astray 
                                    Now you walk in blackest night you never learned to pray 
                                    In your mind you pacify 
                                    Tricks and tales and lullabyes 
                                    Now you bid your soul goodbye 
                                    When you climb that mountain while the rain is coming round 
                                    The peak is only visible on your way back down 
                                    Everyone will tell you what it is you should believe 
                                    But hearing what you want to hear will give you no relief 
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                                    Fall Down (5:00) 
                                    D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof 
                                     
                                    So now I've told you time after time 
                                    Jump to conclusions when you make up your mind 
                                    Is this the road you want to be on 
                                    You'll find out soon that it's not very long 
                                    Evil is breeding the master is grieving 
                                    A lie so deceiving 
                                    We all fall down 
                                    I see the news and it tells me each day 
                                    Is it a life when its not in the way 
                                    Which is it now please tell me this time 
                                    Before its too late and we all cross the line 
                                     
                                    Evil is breeding the master is grieving 
                                    Ashes to ashes 
                                    We all fall down 
                                    How many times will you let things go by 
                                    Before you stop believing the lie 
                                    As we are blindly lead right into the noose 
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                                    Into Dust (6:42)  
                                    D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof 
                                     
                                    When everythings coming up roses 
                                    The thorns will still leave scars on my hands 
                                    Just pour me a scotch and a soda 
                                    I'll get drunk and I'll act like a man 
                                     
                                    I gotta get some of that magic 
                                     
                                    I hear the voices calling 
                                    A song I dare not trust 
                                    And all my sleepless dreaming 
                                    It all turns into dust 
                                     
                                    I stopped all the screaming and crying 
                                    And yet I still don't understand 
                                    When all that you live for is dying 
                                    An hourglass empty of sand 
                                    I gotta be someone less tragic 
                                    I hear the wind is calling 
                                    A song I dare not trust 
                                    And all my sleepless dreaming 
                                    It all turns into dust 
                                    In lifeless shadows dreaming 
                                    My life is left un-feeling 
                                    And yet beyong this door 
                                    There must be more 
                                    My freedoms become too expensive 
                                    The price is much more than you see 
                                    But freedom creates an illusion 
                                    The freedom to save me from me 
                                     
                                    I gotta get some of that magic 
                                    I hear the voices calling 
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                                    Kiss for the Dead (4:31)  
                                    D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof 
                                     
                                    It's the calm before the storm 
                                    Wishing you could see the light 
                                    Growing fear and sadness there 
                                    Can you tell its your final sight 
                                    Tubes and wires keep you here 
                                    Not alive and yet not dead 
                                    No feelings 
                                    You're wide awake in your head 
                                    While the prayers have been said 
                                    All the love thats been bled 
                                    Its just a kiss for the dead 
                                    In your world of constant dreams 
                                    A lifeless body with its frozen stare 
                                    People cry and pray for you to waken 
                                    All this pain you cannot bear 
                                    Wishing someone would pull the plug 
                                    All you do is shed a tear 
                                    No feelings 
                                    This world of sleeping, continue dreaming 
                                    To see the light now, in endless night now 
                                    Could cleanse this chaos from my mind 
                                    Lifeless body, frozen stare 
                                    In a world of constant dreams 
                                    Lifeless body, frozen stare 
                                    It's a different kind of sleep 
                                    No feelings 
                                    No feelings 
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                                    Lb of Cure (3:30) 
                                    D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof 
                                     
                                    You see my life is rather simple 
                                    I'm just another face 
                                    And all your textbooks 
                                    All you know 
                                    Will soon construct the case 
                                    Warped emotions like a river 
                                    Everywhere a bend 
                                    And what we cannot hold together 
                                    We try to keep within 
                                    Listen doctor you cannot help me 
                                    The cure that's in a jar 
                                    All the needless all the pills 
                                    I think its gone too far 
                                    Now the pain is really blinding 
                                    I'm crawling up the wall 
                                    Try to hold on 
                                    Try to stop it 
                                    I think I've lost it all 
                                    Can't you see just where the troubles 
                                    All are in my head 
                                    Iron bars that keep me safe 
                                    While strapped here on this bed 
                                    You've poked and probed and podded me 
                                    So often times I've cried 
                                    Now I pray on bended knee 
                                    God just let me die 
                                    Count the ceiling tiles above 
                                    As you wheel me down the hall 
                                    Another treatment once a week 
                                    I'm losing all recall 
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                                    Faster than Life (3:10) 
                                     D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof 
                                     
                                    Hear the sounding, feel the pounding 
                                    Pain is coming, you don't know where 
                                    Blood is thick, you're feeling sick 
                                    Live with the choices you have made 
                                     
                                    Hard as stone it must be so 
                                    In a systematic life of lies 
                                    Flight or fight, run or die 
                                    You can't stand to even try 
                                    Rip it open, no more hoping 
                                    Time for you to rise and shine 
                                    I control the names I hold 
                                    But I can't fit into your mold 
                                    I know that I'm stronger than you are 
                                    In a world where nothing is faster than life 
                                     
                                    Search for answers, even after 
                                    Truth is whats upon your mind 
                                    On your face, its left no trace 
                                    Can't you read between the lines 
                                    Brand new day to do your crime 
                                    Pay your debt without a dime 
                                    Left unspoken, tales are broken 
                                    Carve a smile upon your face 
                                    Hear the phone, it's just a drone 
                                    No one hears your lonely moan 
                                    I can't change the world I see 
                                    But i can change the world in me 
                                    Now you know that the dying is easy 
                                    But its harder just staying alive 
                                    There are parts of the heart that are harder 
                                    Than the race that we run 
                                    Is faster than life 
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                                    All your Sorrows (4:54)   
                                    D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof 
                                     
                                    Times like these to people please 
                                    Fables spread like some disease 
                                    New age gods like old facades 
                                    Write a book 
                                    You'll like the odds 
                                    Inventing gods 
                                    Old facades 
                                    Take apart human heart you will start 
                                    Through the doorway of all your sorrows 
                                    Beginning to pull you away 
                                     
                                    In the night the sometimes light 
                                    The seasons which run out of time 
                                    When I press this game of chess 
                                    I always end with something less 
                                    You've made a mess 
                                    Of your Sunday best 
                                    In search of the answers, what never should be 
                                    Laughter erupts from primordial sea 
                                    Standing there naked with bended knee 
                                    All of your works face eternity 
                                     
                                    So though I play the same each day 
                                    When faced with pain I often pray 
                                    Take my hand you'll understand 
                                    The place we go is no-mans land 
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                                    They Signed in Blood (4:37) 
                                     D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof 
                                     
                                    We will not follow Rome 
                                    The twisting of our faith 
                                    With the hand of God 
                                    You wrote the new light 
                                    The queen has decreed 
                                    You must believe like me 
                                    So it is written so it shall be 
                                    So it shall be 
                                     
                                    So the list was captured 
                                    And it's time for us to die 
                                    Following their orders 
                                    To enforce the lie 
                                    Village by village 
                                    Township by town 
                                    Hung drawn and quartered 
                                    Some where slowly drowned 
                                    They signed in blood 
                                    Proclaimed their faith 
                                    They signed in blood 
                                    And sealed their fate 
                                    Cause if your gonna die, die for what you believe in 
                                    There' s more to this world than meets the eye 
                                    The riders are coming the hoofbeats are thumping 
                                    The spectre of death leads the way 
                                    The queen has decreed the spiritual seed 
                                    Will be crushed out this day 
                                    And those who have signed be killed by the blind 
                                    The soldiers who'll slay 
                                    Thge names are above still written in blood 
                                    Are there to this day 
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                                    Toys in the Attic (4:31)  
                                    S. Tyler / J. Perry 
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                                    Sand Kings (4:31)  
                                    D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof 
                                    In a holy war from these shores 
                                    Where lands are hot and dry 
                                    Nations forged by gods own hand 
                                    These kingdoms in the sand 
                                    A billion dollars everyday 
                                    The un-people pay 
                                    Political shemes and the war machines 
                                    Its a news media scene 
                                    Still Gods children die 
                                    Under blackend sky 
                                    Media man with his soul in his hand 
                                    He reasons this is wrong 
                                    With his Rolex watch and his white painted yacht 
                                    Does he even give a damn 
                                    Those who do then make the rules 
                                    And say that we must change 
                                    We fight for oil the new age spoil 
                                    Making all these chains 
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