Here is my voice of wild damnation
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Here is my goodbye song
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Here is my suicide bleeding eternal
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Here is nowhere to belong
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Here is the vein cut wide and grinning
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Here are the misery teeth
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Here is the drunk in the still room spinning
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And the light in the widow's grief
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Here is your will of rot but frozen
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Stuck as if death won't care
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Here is your life lost and sitting
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Just floating like pollution in air
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Here is denial in skulls electric
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Still buzzing and from the chair
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Death row blunders, fat man switches
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The surge which will spike your hair
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Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
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Here is rebellion which death affords me
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Out of step with these times
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Feel free as you drink from the blood I give you
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Swallow my love and my crimes
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Here is a shadow a blitzkrieg a warlord
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Here is a saint and a nun
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Here is a rapist a rodent a Buddha
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Forgetting the things he has done
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In these wasted days
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With your broken memory
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You find a higher place
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In a separate world
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In these wasted days
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You hum a fragile melody
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But you lost your way
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And now you just can't see
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Have you a dream or perhaps a nightmare
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Have you a gun or a rose
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Have you a name or are you transparent
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Invisible without your clothes
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When you are naked
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When you are hungry
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When you are free to be gone
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Have you a will
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Have you a reason
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Have you a voice or a song
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This is rebellion
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A bleeding a beauty
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This is what will be ignored
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The morals around us call out for violence
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Like comfort of those who are bored
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Suck back your hostage
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Light up your handle
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Give all your donkeys away
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For when you are here undone and spinning
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There is nowhere you can stay
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In these wasted days
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With your broken memory
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You find a higher place
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In a separate world
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In these wasted days
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You hum a fragile melody
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But you lost your way
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And now you just can't see
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So look into me, look into rebellion
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Here I just speak to your soul
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Tragedy's yearning the strength to surrender
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Knowing it's all just a hole
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So look into me, look into rebellion
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Here I just speak to your soul
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Tragedy's yearning the strength to surrender
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Knowing it's all just a hole
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Tell me the truth
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And show me the sky
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Tell me you're coming baby
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Tell me goodbye
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Burn in the fire
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As you're saving your soul
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Then make believe you've got it all under control
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Tell me to call then show me the line
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Feel how they fall one by one into your eyes
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Tell me you see then show me you're blind
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Tell me you're free as you drop kick your mind
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Tell me the truth
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And show me the sky
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Tell me you're coming baby
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Tell me goodbye
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Burn in the fire
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As your saving your soul
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Then make believe you've got it all under control
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Tell me to call then show me the line
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Feel how they fall one by one into your eyes
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Tell me you see then show me you're blind
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Tell me you're free as you drop kick your mind
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Wasted Days
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| Joseph Arthur |
