August
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These endless isles of commercial piles
with millions of items for miles and miles
Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy
I can't help but wonder
And everywhere I see machines spewing out
Our violated dreams and,
And finally I cannot breathe
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
We stand by our ways,
It is not just a game that we play
Why have we fallen?
How could we fail always?
Tears of love, tears of fear
Bury my dreams, dig up my sorrows
Oh, Lord why
the angels fall first
Not relieved by thougts of Shangri-La
Nor enlightened by lessons of Christ
I'll never understand the meaning of the right
Ignorance lead me into the light
Sing me a song
of your beauty
of your kingdom
Let the melodies of your harps
caress those whom we still need
Yesterday we shook hands
My friend,
Now you are my enemy
with millions of items for miles and miles
Sometimes I suddenly feel like my own worst enemy
I can't help but wonder
Our violated dreams and,
And finally I cannot breathe
I cry out, but who will hear my screams?
It is not just a game that we play
How could we fail always?
Bury my dreams, dig up my sorrows
Oh, Lord why
the angels fall first
Not relieved by thougts of Shangri-La
Nor enlightened by lessons of Christ
I'll never understand the meaning of the right
Ignorance lead me into the light
Sing me a song
of your beauty
of your kingdom
Let the melodies of your harps
caress those whom we still need
Yesterday we shook hands
My friend,
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