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I burn the page Far from my reach Am I afraid? Images are blurred Around my throat You came so close To stopping me Alive in jail, alive and
Looking back in time Through verses set in nursery rhyme At oil painted eyes Of muses left behind I swear I know not why Those eyes have always left me
's bite Ordained by black priests A police gunfight In the unknown night Is a man With no great master plan No deadly weapon clutching in his hand You
my hands again Shot through a shattered lens And this is where it began In vacant lots and florescent malls In one room coffins and crowded halls
there that I saw you As evening sighs, Let me come and have my leis And it was there that I came Rises up against the sky-line You were fair and
to piss in tonight Quietly sleep Millions of people Dreaming of deserts As the puddles grow deep Dark clouds of rage Black out the sun The rivers will
Hard to imagine, so hard to perceive To find an expression for what it all means Panic and struggle, death and decay It's coming together in relative
took you so long You discover what's behind the hill Into the stained glass cavern of the night You picked me up and we went for a drive You turn to say
save Every song in the world for me I took your hand, led you astray Is heaven to you a perfect place? That some of us will never see The look
truth I call out to my young and black hearted Do you believe in what I have seen? I heard your voice On my stereo Lost into the night Do you
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heaven to you a perfect place? The look of sorrow on a sufferer's face? A field of lives to sow and reap That some of us will never see Why is it I
two faced Where loves disgraceful Crimes committed with sharpened knives And wasted lives Of those who are forced To shove And murder the peace dove There is no higher calling from above You
of truth I call out to my young and black hearted Do you believe in what I have seen? I heard your voice On my stereo Lost into the night Do you believe
mind up And push your body to the door And step off on to the porch And into the street And the night will have its way with you And you find a place
Looking back in time Through verses set in nursery rhyme At oil painted eyes Of muses left behind I swear I know not why Those eyes have always left
my heart in my hands again And this is where it began Shot through a shattered lens And there is virtue in lonliness In vacant lots and florescent malls