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We greet each day with bloodshot eyes
The dirt of our labor still clinging to our hands
Filled with our warped intentions
The tread of our shoes filled with foreign sands
The sun laughs in all our faces
It shows a world that we can't save
So now, armed with blades in hand
We cut a path from birth to grave
We don't know, where we're going
But we know, that we'll get there
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
We don't think like you think
And we move like no one moves
With a song on our lips, across the land
Born to traverse
We don't think like you think
And we move like no one moves
With a song on our lips, across the land
Born to traverse
We don't know, where we're going
But we know, we'll get there
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
Like a car crash
Like a landmine
Like mixing drugs, we are dangerous
Like a snake's tooth
Like thin ice
Like mixing blood, we are dangerous
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
The dirt of our labor still clinging to our hands
Filled with our warped intentions
The tread of our shoes filled with foreign sands
The sun laughs in all our faces
It shows a world that we can't save
So now, armed with blades in hand
We cut a path from birth to grave
We don't know, where we're going
But we know, that we'll get there
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
We don't think like you think
And we move like no one moves
With a song on our lips, across the land
Born to traverse
We don't think like you think
And we move like no one moves
With a song on our lips, across the land
Born to traverse
We don't know, where we're going
But we know, we'll get there
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
Like a car crash
Like a landmine
Like mixing drugs, we are dangerous
Like a snake's tooth
Like thin ice
Like mixing blood, we are dangerous
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
No rest for the blessed
Long life for the wicked
Lyrics submitted by aristuma21
Track duration: 03:36
"No Rest" as written by Chris Steele, Wade Macneil, Jordan Hastings, Dallas Green, George / Pettit
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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they used to sing about things close to them like their home town and friends whereas now its real stuff that actually matters in the world.
easily best release of the year.
On another note, I wonder if George is going to keep the new vocal style for the older Alexisonfire songs at this year's Eastpak Antidote Tour. It would be really interesting to see him singing Rough Hands in his recent vocal style. (I assume he changed vocal style not only to appeal to a greater audience, but to protect his throat. I'm sure he'd struggle to pull off the entire tour if he has to mix the two styles at every gig they play.) Ah well, I guess we'll find out soon enough.
-Brendan