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- If Content is King
May my words be soft and low
(for I may have to eat them)
May my words be spoken softly
(for I may have to eat them)
It’s another way of higher treason
It’s another way of say it loud
- Is Subjective
To give a slow sorrowful reading
A few brass coins
Clutched in my bony fists
Gathered together in one room for the first time
Born three years ahead of time
Nineteen seventy-nine
Throwing shadows at passing cars
- Lullaby
Concurrent dreams
Intertwined and not making any point
No reason, no logic
Like a far distant hum
Empty handed, no grieves
No worries, no shame
- Overcome
(i'm) Haunted by you
And troubling myself
With love so intense
(and with) Hate so intense
I sense your presence
(Still)/But I don't know if you even exist
and I have too much to overcome
- Seeing Through
Of all the days; past and present
Your shaking
You don’t know where to go
And truth be told, that’s why I’m here
Confusion
Will there ever be a tomorrow
I’m shaking