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time flys when youre having fun at the end of a barrel of a loaded gun

bassbluez1


start:
ode to the my lovers longing
to be closer to their calling
the streets ahead are paved in gold
we keep the stories never told
ever closer ever falling
we hold the hands that never fold
we, prey against the dark and cold
we loss our way & now we're balling


we sing the songs of heavenly souls



we look ahead a million miles
we swim the seas and walk the isles

carefree
careless

stone house

end:
hear the voices they are calling

children crying bombs are falling?
children crying bombs are flying?
childrn crying bodies falling*


feed the children of our nation
boardering blahblah starvation
the tears ecoing on the ground
dont even make a sound

choirs heard above the violence
havoc, ruin, devstation
all a part of god's creation?
the fields are turning brown