(Deen/Kilfelt)
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Point counterpoint,
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the decending line, the human race' spiritual umbilical cord
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Path of the dead, the light at the end of the tunnel
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A compost beep, natures furtile upkeep
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The decision, the choice, the agonizing fear of sinning
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The leering lustful wanton thing
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A romantic heart in all it's bitter bondage
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Actions of a sort that's unforseen
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No Resurrection, unless you want it to go on
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No right or wrong, no up or down
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Feelings of pity of Hell fire's wrath
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Denying the reckless ambition of life
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The trial of living, the veil of ego's conceit
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Thinking one is ordained to control over men's destinies
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Hungry obsession to be bigger than everyone
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Tbe hallway is long and it waits like the Twilight Zone
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The self righteous fool thought be played by the rules
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The tortured rich entombed with all their jewels
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And the transient men who have all been condemned
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But a heart burns brighter in many of them
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Point counterpoint,
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T .V. church school, parents, streets all with their disease
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What can be learned that is not known
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Everybody's yelling, nobody's telling
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Somebody's selling bad answers who's really qualified
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Rules, regulations, soul's inquisition
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Must I, should I, fear for my life
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Standing sentinel waits at the doorway
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Patiently watching the gateway tonight
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No Resurrection, unless you walk into the sun
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No right or wrong, no up or down
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Feelings of pity of Hell fire's wrath
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Denying the reckless ambition of life
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Point counterpoint,
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the developing soul, the primitive cold age old experiment
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Humanity screams the survival of an endangered species
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Plot in the Earth replanting the garden of love
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Rules, regulations, soul's inquisition
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Must I, should I, fear for my life
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Standing sentinel waits at the doorway
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Patiently watching the gateway tonight
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No Resurrection, unless you want it to go on
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No right or wrong, no up or down
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Feelings of pity of Hell fire's wrath
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Denying the reckless ambition of life
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The trial of living the veil of ego's conceit
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Thinking one is ordained to control over men's destinies
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Hungry obsession to be bigger than everyone
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The hallway is long and it waits like the Twilight Zone
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The self righteous fool thought he played by the rules
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The tortured rich entombed with all their jewels
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And the transient men who have all been condemned
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But a heart bums brighter in many of them
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No Resurrection
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Holy Terror |