You're strolling - you're walking - controlling the madness
Chanting and whispering with passion unfolding..
You start with a purpose and end at a loss
As the weight of the cross grows heavier with the mass..
you disappear -bit by bit - as each new thought and each new view is pounded into you..
Who can speak louder - who can overpower
Who can do most evil yet smell like a flower...
let’s cover up the stench
And bury the lies - until each truth simply dies..
Confusion abounds - your mission unclear -
Why oh why is it no one can hear...
I’m speaking I’m certain till I’m blue in the face
But we’ve lost something special - this human race-
without love as the base, we have no case..
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