You standing still in here
Reminds me of homelessness
The things you dont like to hear
Break through the hopeless catacombs
Truth and the listening ear
Meet at two different crossroads
You standing still in here
Neighbors consequently
One of those roads
Dead end sign where no one goes
It's like A piece of mind without peace
Telephone lines lie in the darkend street as obsolete
So here's the truth you look a lot like this
In a wave of over spoken consciousness
All that I've seen and some things seem true
But if you would bleed for me
Than I would bleed for you
Even as I catch you clutching comratory
Your obsession with how it oughtta be
Non sensical suggestions and hopelessly
In love with being mentioned on the record
Will you let it boil until the smoke turns black
I know We built this path without a way back
As the day turns to night again and again I knew
If you would bleed for me
Than I would bleed for you
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