I was born at the time of snow
When I died and I saw my ghost
I was in the Pacific West
I gave it up but I did my best
Now I'm here in Providence
I just arrived and I must confess
I get the feeling like I never left
Woke from a dream of a holy war
Never understood what it was for
Never read the bible but I plan on it
The story of the oracle it goes like this
You were born at the time of Night
It went dark and you came to Life
You took a ride to another plan
Meet me in the middle and call my name
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
I was born at the time of snow
When I died and I saw my ghost
I was in the Pacific West
I gave it up but I did my best
Now I'm here in Providence
I just arrived and I must confess
I get the feeling like I never left
Woke from a dream of a holy war
Never understood what it was for
Never read the bible but I plan on it
The story of the oracle it goes like this
You were born at the time of Night
It went dark and you came to Life
You took a ride to another plan
Meet me in the middle and call my name
a song I wrote this week
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