"Enya, In your language is there a word for anger
Or is it in your temple where you hide?
Enya, In your temple you flowers bloom like fire
But now your colours faded and you're cold..."Epitaph
"She read your words on my TV, So much anger in her grief
A candle lit for you, And the words you wrote they sing with
So much truth, More than you could ever know
You lost your faith in something, How could you do this to us?..."Exist To Resist
"Bottom won't make it go away
Petting doom is second to nothing
Could I waste more time getting there?
Or share in the boiling know how..."|
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