spread through the veins of those
in who we let inspire us the most
unusual thoughts float freely
blinded by their power as we do not know the meaning
promises of happiness, money, which the truth is behind the lies
watching our blood pour innocently as our time flies
posting the faces upon our walls
singing along to the road of betrayle as our faith falls
yearning to have the wealth of those on your radio
watching in blind eye as your knowledge blows and it blows
into the hands of a beautifully written lie
distracted by his smile you can not see what is in his eyes?
for you...not internal life which is promised by our father
His word we stray away from but will we go after
our faith and hold on to our soul
open your eyes to the near ending and never let go
grab on to the right hand and cr...
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