"These tunes we perform
be only a score
for ritual endured
When we uphold the pure cure..."Head Games
"It all began with the crying of children
Searching the cold landscape for something to get the blanks filled in
Boiling temperatures had the paint on the walls peeling
The shit done hit the fan now maneur dripping off the ceiling..."War at 12080 (Floodgates)
"A poet of the streets who struggles with his own derangement
The meek are skeletal remains under the pavement
Made my peace with god we've made an arrangement
He won't interfere in my affairs provided I make truthful statements..."|
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