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The cold wind was moving in from afar - death in the park, another senseless murder, the body mutilated, red skies calling, the inserts were deep inside, with a warm glow from the feet up - this could be hell. Twelve noon lined up against the wall - about face, load and fire. Ten shots echo, in a 'faraway' African town. The CIA report will say, no cause to worry - everything is under control. Money for this, money for that, money for nothing. I guess they died some time ago. Walking on water - as likely as Moses crossing the Red Sea or world peace left intact?
Hand in hand they disappear into the night...
Hand in hand they disappear into the night...
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In a world of dictated make believe, we talk so loud but can't you see, it means more to them than to you or me. Think before you speculate, take the fear you create, down a sewer - who's afraid now? If I start you'll disappear, the present is looking where, but it's dreaming that takes you where, you, want to be. Follow the status quo or forget the picture of where you want to go.
This message is for all the people, the ones waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting...
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