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And In Time

And then, a million years later... Yeah, we have not done a new song in ages. This was actually written about a year or so ago, but we never recorded it. Lyn wrote the lyrics, and we came up with the general chords and such together. It was sitting around as just a piano part for ages, and last week I just decided to go for broke and record the entire thing. I wrote the drum and bass and redid the piano, then set about recording the vocals. Originally, Lyn was going to sing it, but she was not around, so I did it. We may doa Lyn version some time. For now, here's me.

Lyrics:
Michael has pressed the lever
On the TNT detonator
Something is gonna blow up
Far away

There's money inside that building
It's blowing out through the ceiling
And floating on summer breezes
To where Michael stays

Stop, stay where you are
Don't come any closer
One step across that line and it's all over

We won't sit down
We will fill with sound
We'll tear each other down
What exactly did you
Think you were doing here
And in time
We will forget this chase
And start to erase
Everything we used to
Get away with

Now all that's left around
Are dollars and dusty ground
Since Michael forgot about
The little red light

The one that means sure disaster
For happily ever after
The one that works slightly faster
To fuel and ignite

Come, step out your doors
He's not here to stop you now
Nobody gives a damn about him anyhow

Gather your riches quickly
People of our good city
Take it before they notice
That it's all gone

Stop, stay where you are
Don't come any closer
One step across that line and it's all over

We won't sit down
We will fill with sound
We'll tear each other down
What exactly did you
Think you were doing here
And in time
We will forget this place
And start to erase
Everything we used to
Get away with
Here, our ancestors stopped
The ones we all have robbed
The ones who had it all
But they didn't know about
Self-destruction yet
And in our time
We've seen so many things
That justify our cause
And everything that we still
Get away with