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Beyond the black and blue I can give back the truth Because it’s not a crime to walk into a public building packing youth Let the drums roll on down and collapse this soulless clown Until he’s merely another body in a hole in the ground Break my bones until it’s shown how much blood this flood has known You can’t postpone a cyclone or Play sirens, stay private, or pray science will apply the silence to overthrow a tyrant that’s defiant in philosophy and dire in democracy But that’s my luck and I can’t instruct The universe to bend its will just because I’ve had enough Play that piano with enough soul to crack the keys And send a screech on down the hall that disrupts their judgement but appeases them all that ivory rubble puts a pop in the bubble that convinced you that you were invincible but since it now lays in the shadow of the mist your creation and self-destruction can now coexist Rome wasn’t built in a day but neither were you Pack a little solace in the wisdom of ole Fire fights fire so stop, drop, and roll And when your time finally arrives Know that something just as beautiful was allowed to survive
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Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 8:04 AM UTC
The High Note
Beyond the black and blue I can give back the truth Because it’s not a crime to walk into a public building packing youth Let the drums roll on down and collapse this soulless clown Until he’s merely another body in a hole in the ground Break my bones until it’s shown how much blood this flood has known You can’t postpone a cyclone or Play sirens, stay private, or pray science will apply the silence to overthrow a tyrant that’s defiant in philosophy and dire in democracy But that’s my luck and I can’t instruct The universe to bend its will just because I’ve had enough Play that piano with enough soul to crack the keys And send a screech on down the hall that disrupts their judgement but appeases them all that ivory rubble puts a pop in the bubble that convinced you that you were invincible but since it now lays in the shadow of the mist your creation and self-destruction can now coexist Rome wasn’t built in a day but neither were you Pack a little solace in the wisdom of ole Fire fights fire so stop, drop, and roll And when your time finally arrives Know that something just as beautiful was allowed to survive
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Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 8:04 AM UTC
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