We touch the walls of a city streets, and Didnt explain Sadly showed us our ways Of never asking why Cast down, It was heaven sent, and To the church no intent to repent On my knees, just to cry Until you travel to that place you cant come back Where the last pain is gone and all thats left is black Bright nights cease coming to me, and Some day Theyll punish my deeds, and theyll find All the crimes But then they ask when they going to see them Then theyre gonna Ask to feel the ghosts, the walls, the dreams Oh, Ive got mine At last those coming came and they never looked back With blinding stars in their eyes but all they saw was black Fooled them, hoping to seem Like the slayer of evil, But the product of greed, and Its not a mask, so be honest with me They cant afford to ignore that Im a disease Practical, since we had to be, and When they were old they came back to me And they tried, oh they tried And when you follow through and wind up on your back Looking up at no stars in the sky those white clouds have turned black
Posted on: Thu, 04 Sep 2014 16:38:22 +0000
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