[lyrics by K. Nardi/except*]
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Twisting the images
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Watching them grow
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Into what they are not
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Forget we forgot as they fed on what's real
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The path I fell onto
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Of tears wades through
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Await the demise
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In sorry disguise from the things that I feel
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Time does not exist
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The days as thin as mist
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Deep within my eyes
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There is a heart that died long ago
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What is it going to take to get through to you?
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To open your fear-blinded eyes?
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Because there was this fear that would tear at me
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That by our own hands we would fall
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These clouds can pass no light
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Just silhouettes of tired life
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Sorrow begging, why?, for answers miles and miles from the truth
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Endurance and patience lost
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From fighting this holocaust
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Destroying within and eating its way from the core
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Time does not exist
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These days are meaningless
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Deep within my eyes
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There is a heart that died long ago
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What is it going to take to get through to you?
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To open your fear-blinded eyes?
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Because there was this fear that would tear at me
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That by our own hands we would fall
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*Forgive this heart
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Long stagnant with its blood
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For it is here, within my suffering
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That these, the altars of the soul have creaked
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Suffering Hour...
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Suffering Hour...
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Suffering Hour...
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My darkest hour is now
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What is it going to take to get through to you?
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To open your fear-blinded eyes?
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Because there was this fear that would tear at me
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That by our own hands we would fall
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[* Taken from 'THE SUFFERING HOUR', a poem by TOM D. LISKEY]
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Present Tense
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| Anacrusis |
