Too late I've seen the bruises in your mind
The frozen accident buried in cold cement
The pattern of decay, the Roman holiday
The absent memory
Too late I see the colors I can't find
The lonely monument, the seeds of discontent
Sadistic lullaby, the mountains yet to climb
The standard bitter wine, a quiz without a prize
For the ice pick incident, that was no accident
I thought you were my friend, but I was blind
Too late I've seen the banners in the wind
The war drums cause to pound, psychocacophony
A rank infanticide is washin' over me
It's your conspiracy in which we drown
A lonely sound, yeah
So now we stand like islands in the stream
An ocean in between, hidin' behind the walls
The confederate bell, a cold and chillin' knell
Rings out the dawn
Must we always justify the lies?
Must we always wear this disguise?
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