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the threat - the van pelt lyrics

be it 70 more years or 700, who cares
7000 couldn’t drown out the tears drawn out by the threat
from the moment i was born, before i reached my mother’s arms
the threat revealed itself to me as the end

and i will run, and i will build
and i will f*ck, for this it is hailed
cause it is the force behind my movement
and the insight in my youth
but i write out of fear
and i sculpt [?] more years
though i know no immortal name
can pump blood through a dead vein
i am driven like the slavе who hears a cracking whip
and i study because i havе failed to non*stick
and you know at times i’m torn between envy and loathing
towards believers, who don’t believe in it

there’s an american fear that when the races disappear
we’ll be overrun with bad ballads and epics of the past
but not for a second have you ever thought why the civil war was fought
we still push on despite this threat over our heads
now think back to the back of your class, to the student drawing trains
he knew the names to every car that rode the rails
the whip did not work on him, he knew the report card was thin
he was too motivated to even keep a friend

there is a pure aesthetic deep inside every one of us
that has a power [?] ten times more than the threat
but until the end is beat, two forces must compete
and condition comes second to existence

on my thumb there is a nerve
on my tongue there is a bud
and my eyes let in the light that they love
there are more between my legs
down my spine and in my head
and they are moved not by a fist or by a gun
but i get tired out on parade
who commands the old [?]
that has us scared into thinking he can’t be taken
but as his throne is whittled away, i see clearly
a new motivator is speaking
when the young idea is through
and we have nothing to do
it is nothing that creates anew
boredom is a teenager that hasn’t found a role
we are young if we are allowed to grow old

70 more years is 70 more with the threat
another 700? i’d be a paranoid wreck
no, nothing short of completely removed will let my shoulders ease
i need a guarantee to let me breathe

- the van pelt lyrics

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