Those lizards on the crawl again tearing at the virgin flesh Creatures from an open book Sometimes wish I never had to choose Every thought and shadow bends torn between the night and the broken day Truth commands my eyes to look at somethings I could never stand to lose Silent spaces wounding time Voices screaming warnings Signs of the wrong kind Reach to hold the dying hand Sometimes think I'll never understand Trash on TV Only junk mail Life continues
I just want to wish you well If I fall you're the first to know If I call you're the first to show If I break down your the first to know
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