10 The Times They Are a-Endin' by FATHER DIVINE-R.F.I published on 2011-04-26T20:28:56Z I’d like to thank you For selling me at cost Someday you’ll realize just what you have lost You saw the rising river and named your price By the way, thanks for all the band advise Your squandering your final dance You play your petty little games of chance You hold dominion over all the sows With your hollow vows, To your sacred cows. It disappoints me to see you with your crown in hock Still you have the nerve to point out all the things I’m not In a war of words a river of threats you’ll spill You speak the language but you don’t have the will Unto each age a destroyer is born who claims to have had an audience with you What plastic hell is this you have made, Pointless and revolving? If there is no reason for any of this what’s the point in evolving? Ocean song Call me home over tides of woe And give voice to reason, Anywhere that the four winds blow And pull tight the flags to many have died defending And sing unto the tyrants that the times they are a-ending. Genre prog/post rock Comment by Vallin Sfas Thank heavens for well-updated playlists. WREK 91.9, Atlanta, GA! 2012-08-07T21:21:15Z Comment by Carson J Gallo Awesome Rhymes! 2012-01-19T21:19:11Z