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There will be droughts and days inundated
unveilings free from saturation
departures raised with no masquerading.
There will be teachers that die by their own hand
pundits that push headlong for atonement
friends and followers devoted to living.
There will be watchers that plot from in confines
and those committed to society's circles
unwary cogs with no cadence or virtue.
There will be right, there will be wrong.
Drop of the hat and it's already started
Just like that and the deed is done
What I'd give for the hat to be medicine
The time is now to be on the run.
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There is a slowness on the throttle
Possibility at hand
Painted out of a corner
Brakes to bind the strands
To decide within the barstore
Overshadows feeding in the lurch
Just survived by a stone's throw
The decision wheel's at work
Used to be found it temporary
Sirens stir the seeds of regret
Gathered clouds are unleashing
Sounds to walk and place your bet
Squatters on high stations
The talkers that hold sway
The verbal backslide rushes out
Like grapeshot-fine spray
No anchor drops sanctuary
No earmark begins to show
No finding it uncovered
Just a wide swing tremolo
Broken-down lessons learned
Redeemed on epitaphs
Pop line folded regulars
With countance to switchback
Echo farewell to midnight
To the loneliness of the chase
To the minutes passed as red letter
To the vision fields defaced
No pangs provide the levy
Breaking out of the throes
No revelry decided
Just a wide swing tremolo
No mercy in a pokerface
Went in here before you go
No sentence yet decided
Just a wide swing tremolo
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The beliefs from the status-quo picture
Drop down like from a drip dispenser
Leaving too many paths that lead to a one-way talk with only the darkness
Sun breaks on a buffer-zone madness
Fleeing ghosts for all the reasons
With apathetic eyes to the future
Complacent to the last broken pieces
No conspiracy to deny you or push you astray
You've withstood the streets that time walks
Treading on a hallowed gone heyday
Your grievance is wrapped in just simple surviving
Points raised
Points abandoned
The big dream is hollowed
Hereafters have not been chosen
The flame will find the oxygen
Stopgap measures down
Just take it for another spin
Walked into a field of vision
Coldhearted steps of perception
The closer to the rise
Is distance stood to fall
Homesick along with a hometown stay
Pack it up or pack it in
The promise of days gone past is a foregone situation
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