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People are in conflict Nothing is true anymore How does it feel to rent life Wounded like a dry ***** Bones broken unseen flesh Back to the dust of the land It never mattered that you did your best Money money money The quest for fire is gone Years past and old is anew Jungles formed unshaved lawns I'll paint the picture without lights Blood on the canvas Even with laws our eyes are without sight.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
Nightmare on Funk St.
People are in conflict Nothing is true anymore How does it feel to rent life Wounded like a dry ***** Bones broken unseen flesh Back to the dust of the land It never mattered that you did your best Money money money The quest for fire is gone Years past and old is anew Jungles formed unshaved lawns I'll paint the picture without lights Blood on the canvas Even with laws our eyes are without sight.
fred-kinard
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
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