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I, I, dementia in your mind Creator of decisions, violent visions, and lies I, blind Your eyes forever blind Reality

Let him burn — what he did Let him burn — what he said Let him burn — Hail Mary

No prayers can reach me here No light can touch Among reduced Bibles, cigarettes and drugs I carve your name

Yet well I love thy mixed and massive piles Half church of Allah, half castle ‘gainst distraught And long to

Why have ourselves abandoned us Why they no more belong to us Cries in the sky pray to believe My

There is a force greater than I or you Together, we as equals can be in tune We must vanquish

Our fire’s high and the airbag’s tight Our food’s low but the skies are bright Props spinning all through the

Searching for a light at the darkest of night We bury our fears and try to keep quiet But the

More that I live More clear it’s each day We got to change our ways There is no way to

A long time ago I went to the shore I whispered my wish to a breeze from the North The