I make some ridiculous faces when I sing. ALANA If you could see what I see you might understand the pain Of a pin cushion Jesus with no ability to save Though I feel for the boys and I weep for the girls I cannot stop the havoc that we wreak upon the world I cannot save the rabbit who will meet its hunting doom I cannot stop mortality that comes too soon I cannot help the creatures getting eaten alive I do not understand how to let all of this slide But when I look at you, I think that we’ll pull through When the pins slide in, I just call your name (when I look into your eyes) Alana (you’re sanctuary) If you could feel my emotion you’d feel a rush of desire For a little hint of sanity in a white hot fire For I do not feel the power to make a wrong world right I do not even know how to begin to start that fight I cannot turn this blood into fine red wine I keep myself in agony with guilt that I should try And though I seem to suffer for every cruelty and sin It seems all we’ll ever do will become dust in the end
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 02:27:05 +0000
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