| Before the war of the worlds I draw closer till it’s all over
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| The All Knowing knocking doors till they all open
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| I crawl hoping for a moment to stand
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| Only to fall sober with an omen in hand
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| I call for Oprah but she won’t understand
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| What’s going through a mans mind media land minds
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| They feeding on a mans pride
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| Bleeding and can’t find a tourniquet
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| This evil got its thorn in my side and keeps turning it
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| People we were born to survive and be permanent
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| The sequel is the morning we rise
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| The Kings returning
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| To keep us from burning in our own flames
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| Learning to speak but I’m worried if its long range
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| Surely the speakers will reassure they want change
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| Hurry the reaper is burying the whole game hold it
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| We maintain the same pain but can’t show it
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| From hand made to brand name gangs to famed poets
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| Planting seeds and yet they can’t sow it
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| Got me standing in the hands of thieves
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| Planning a take over
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| I’m demanding that they break open
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| They the poison in the lung that shrank
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| From chain smoking
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| I blame the choking on the air that we breath
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| Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed
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| On an atlas were we share the need
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| But don’t care to feed the lonely
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| On our bodies bare the words that read
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| Somebody please hold me
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| Ever since the day that I was created
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| I never thought that I would state
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| That I wasn’t afraid to die
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| But today my sight is better then the naked eye
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| I’m a letter from the editor
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| Telling ya feathers were made to fly
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| And forever was made for I
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| Written within the text of intolerable sin
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| The blame resides
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| Together our names collide till the taste of bread and wine
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| Restore the people to the place they coincide
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| With the omnipotent glory of God is infinite
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| The intricate meanings of life define innocence
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| Divine instruments
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| Depending on who breathe through it
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| Designed with a sense of harmony
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| Arm me with sheet music
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| The type the meek speak fluent
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| Till I’m knee deep in ruins
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| With a seed that keeps blooming from concrete
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| Pursuing an illuminate kiss
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| Competing with a lunar eclipse
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| I’m speaking of the tunes we equip
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| With a T.V. and a super model
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| The inherent need to be free
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| From who we choose to follow
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| And the tools we use to hollow our existence
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| I refuse to loose this battle
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| Choose the power in resistance
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| In the hour of indifference where the innocent bleed
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| Inhale the atmosphere of careless greed
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| On an atlas where we share the need
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| But don’t care to feed the lonely
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| On our bodies bare the words that read
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| Somebody please hold me |