Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Hearts meet again, but why don't they connect no
Why can't they seem to just make sense, take some time to reflect
Gun powder covers like soil that gives us life oh shed some light

Where do we find, where do we hide
How do we find time to lie to the blind
The pieces we leave behind, rot the soil
Step out of the pitch black night, show the pale skin we hide
Silent breath visible in the moon light sight, they run with fright
Condemned man night stalker, street murder

Executed by unseen
Executed by faith
Executed by everything in between
And I don't know why, we live this lie
But today I try, to answer the questions why
Who we are, what we are asking for
I will find, I will find the answers why

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