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Cry Dead Man

*Cry, Dead Man, cry

Nobody wants you around anymore

And when you wake up in the middle

Maybe I'll see you on the other side.*

 

Broken light shines through faded glass

Casting shadows on the wall

Dust is dancing in the light

Finally resting on the floor

 

Something's dripping from my eye

The pain's so strong

That it must be blood

I'm crying

 

Broken dreams lay on the ground

Gathering the dancing dust

And inviting all those who want them

To steal them

 

*Cry, Dead Man, cry

Nobody wants you around anymore

And when you wake up in the morning

Maybe I'll See you on the other side.*

 

Broken promises and misguided truths

Disguised as Holy Scripture

None can be so blind

As he who has opened his eyes

 

Broken hearts need time to mend

But time has passed on by

Inside is where the pain builds

Looking for its escape

 

*Cry, Dead Man, Cry

Nobody wants you around anymore

And when you wake up in the morning

Maybe I'll see you on the other side.

 

**The sights light up the night

And the sounds caress my eyes

Maybe it's too late for me here

Nobody wants to see this Dead Man Cry.**

 

Cry, Dead Man, cry

Nobody wants you around anymore

And when you wake up in the morning

Maybe I'll see you on the other side*

 

Broken voices echo in my soul

Bringing forth my inner doubt

Screaming, or whispering, its all the same

And I can't tell them apart

 

Somewhere there's a cause for great concern

And no-one can see

That behind this mask

I'm crying

 

Broken glass reflects the dancing dust

That's been dancing in the light

And those shadows on the wall

Well, they're growing all the time.

 

*Cry, Dead Man, cry

Nobody wants me around anymore

And maybe - if I wake up in the morning -

Just maybe, you'll try to see me on the other side?*

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Written by
benjamin-banker-1
American
Published
Sep 7, 2010
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