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I am the one, to which you'll go You are the one, from which I'll run... Fading to grey, the wanton pray You'll find shelter, I'll find none I'll leave your pointless life undone Breaking your days, my anguish stays Fate of my laughter, the loss of your sight Hating the vicious lies, I will revel insane I see your face, I've seen your face I turn and run, you'll have no place Time is the father, in my corrupt mind Pain, echoes, in the silent sky... Remember life now? |
in and out of phase. the clock winds up the nations hands. falling on disgrace. watching pragmatists have plans. to bringing down the face. the woman hides the strings of death. stepping down the maze. a broken life will bind a broken man. a second hand can sell. to a fading sense of self. the wares and tools to break and make another hell. the blindness we hide inside. will make us carry more. empty cans and useless monuments of wealth. and we could hold hands. bring back the sea. and we could stand up. we could believe |
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There was strange was a man there, I think he was the Tinker He was standing right behind me looking up at the factory Just before he left he said "Nobody every goes in, and nobody every comes out" Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit? One boy entertained by The torments of another soul Touching was confusing And he found he was all alone He sought salvation In the darkness of the choklit Sweets soaked insecurities And sugar teased his need to kill Peel back, the faces We hide within our choklit shell Some |