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The Days Of Noah

Wasted Lights - Early Demo

This is song written by Jeremy Ryan Martin at a time when he was reminiscing on his past remembering all the loved ones he'd lost particularly his mother he lost when he was in his early 20's

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Gatsby

Text:
(Verse 1)
They say the needle is a poison dart,
But history’s screaming from the deepest part,
We killed the plagues, we shut the door,
Now you’re dancing with the devil, begging for more.
Measles waiting at the borderline,
Polio’s grinning like it’s ‘59,
You think you’re free, you think you’re wise,
But freedom dies when the body lies.

(Pre-Chorus)
You call it “truth”, I call it fear,
Fake prophets whisper in your ear,
You play with fire, you light the fuse,
And everyone else gets to pay for your views.

(Chorus)
No shots, no future – the past comes back again,
No shield, no mercy – disease don’t play pretend,
Your “research” is a fairy tale, your YouTube’s not a cure,
No shots, no future – that’s one thing I know for sure.

(Solo)

(Verse 2)
Herd immunity, you tear it down,
While ghosts of the sick parade through town,
Smallpox laughs in an empty grave,
Saying “Thanks for the seat, for the lives you gave.”
From cough to fever, the wave will spread,
The young, the old – the living dead,
And when the hospital doors can’t hold the flood,
Will you still say it’s just in your blood?

(Pre-Chorus)
You call it freedom, I call it blind,
Selling your soul to the anti-science kind,
Truth is a vaccine, you threw it away,
Now the bill comes due, and it’s here to stay.

(Chorus)
No shots, no future – the past comes back again,
No shield, no mercy – disease don’t play pretend,
Your “research” is a fairy tale, your YouTube’s not a cure,
No shots, no future – that’s one thing I know for sure.

(solo)

(Bridge)
Billions saved, you still complain,
Like raindrops cursing the rain,
Conspiracies won’t keep you warm,
When you’re caught inside the storm.

(Final Chorus)
No shots, no future – you gamble with the grave,
No truth, no shelter – no hero left to save,
The science you spit on is the reason you’re here,
No shots, no future – that’s the truth you fear.

No Shots, No Future

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The Days Of Noah

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