by The mind's a confrontation, representing all the nation, playing ball with all their stations' rations,
setting fire to the wire till you call him a sire.
This body's the intervention, set in stone, worked to the bone, it's broken before spoken, but never a token,
spinning pain like it's a game, where's our howling fame?
This heart...
...with a twisted fate, it's always gonna'be straight.
Not enough time to hate those, with plenty on their plate.
Forever lost within this estate.
From one wraith to the next, we're in a passing state and it's getting too late.
Wooosssh.
Focus on the time, when you found a rhyme.
Was it a dime in time or a nickel in the lime?
Musta' been sublime,
You walked a line, and there it shined.
Sent from Heaven above,
Shouldered by the dirt below,
Simply to say Hello.
Musta'been sublime,
Musta'been sublime,
everytime.
Twist in the deep,
Rile on the steep,
Blood boils
as the crowd begins to coil.
These words are war on their faiths,
Like insidious wraiths.
Fear not the air they use, but their undying truths.
I beckon you, lead me astray, with nothing to say and still I'll sway.
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"I’ve been around the world, in the pouring rain
Feeling out of place, really feeling strange
Take me to a place, where they know my name
Cause I ain’t met nobody that looks the same."
