In The Streets

You laid out the coffin that day
Praise then lie
While the ringing continued
Help strengthen this vile
Yes the streets are dead
Everyday I walk through this crowd
Everyday I cried
And since when did you care?
Only when it replied
And now in the streets you fly
Among the crowd I died
Paint the streets in red
Praise then lie

 

 

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