Dirty
Streets are filled with suits and televisions
The smell
Cuts a glass shore under the season
Heads roll down the hill
And father keeps it still
The sickness
Is trying to sit with me
Man knows god is resoluting pain for mercy
A new age
Of silence
Calls in the sun
No sound
or song
shines like
the sun
There's peace in
in the mountains
Where an old man sits in the warm sun
His own best friend
better he once was
He does not take sweets he takes all the money
The motion's
not a hint of a smile to found
His back keeps turned
never looking out to me
A new age
of silence
calls in the sun
No sound
or song
shines like the sun
I'll scream
for peace in the mountain range
I know
that we've been through this before
We are
the souls of a dying race
I'll tell
all the kids we'll burn in hell
I'll scream
for peace in the mountain range
I know
that we've been through this before
We are
the souls of a dying race
I'll tell
all the kids we'll burn in hell
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