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...We forget so many things as we begin to hurry to our ending, that even the barriers we ourselves place to avoid being hurt, begin to crumble. And, if we are lucky, we find our hearts anew... |
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...The only peace they seek now is a piece of the action. And the action is widespread. A popular notion of peace and love brought about by violence and hatred. How sad shall we all be if there is a God after all?
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... Maniacs who watch and learn from TV like their parent's before them could suddenly leap at you by the cold harshness of the street neons.
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"Why must we believe in anything?" |
...We search for Nirvana, our screams fill the sails. We are given the hammer, we forge our own nails. My blood for the city; All mercy has failed. The wind tours the cities... No wonder it wails
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..So why is it then that I'm hurting so bad When my heart is healthy, my blood is not sad I'm feeling so shattered, but no part is wrong There's a hurting so deep that I can't hear the song
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