| St. Peters Keys All Bloody |
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| Hello darkness my old friend |
| I’ve come to talk to you again |
| Because a vision softly in-creeping |
| Crushed my mind while I was sleeping |
| And the vision like silent cancers stay |
| Through nights and days |
| And there was the sound of silence |
| And the people bowed and prayed |
| To the neon god they made |
| And the sign said the words of the prophets |
| Are written on the subway walls |
| And tenament halls |
| And echoed in the sounds of silence |
