Verse 1-
------------
Ventriloquist,
of lost man's screams...
Slowly changing
Destiny...
Crying out,
my soul redeemed.
From forever's
darkest plea...
Chorus.
Bore,
alone,
the pain of man...
Hidden now
through nail pierced hands..
Purest love,
his eyes forgive..
And take our sin,
so we might live...
Verse 2-
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Exponential,
thoughtless scenes
Through my head,
Repeatedly..
Drained of color,
lost,
unseen...
And nobody
can rescue me..
.
I have created an outlet with wich I will perhaps be able to re-define and hopefully re-connect with the wandering minds of my century without having to actually make verbal contact with them. Welcome to the world of mindless keys.
New Day
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