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weepin' colors pass me by weaken by the time the cherry clouds so gently like a giant chime a million pilgrims climbs my head hunting my fears they whisper "wish he would be dead" so softly in my ears i've never feared my ebony sun when freezin my veins when winds me in chains i've ever seen my ego stars the tears in your eyes that you can't disguise the scavengers are waiting for the sunset glow and when the night lies on the floor they follow me below in fear of god they sealed my lips hiding my cries a poem on my fingertips will hopeful left a sign [Bridge (spoken):] hundred voices calls my name "what kind of insanity could create something dreadful abberation of human behavior" and while the wooden fishes kiss my lips the faceless cubeheads assigns me to my final chair "something dreadful abberation of human behavior" |
