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Darth Groovy

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This is, the song, make it right, make it wrong.

This is one time, one place,

I paint a mask to fit my face,

in a world replaced by a false disease

can it be that we are saved by grace?

 

People walk in front of a T.V. store an

evangelisth tries to save the poor,

not from poverty but from "etarnal pain"

every dollar spent to help his gain.

Mislead by the truth,

yelling man in a telephone booth.

 

This is the place we can't define,

this is the place

unscathed by time

this is the place where people hide,

this is the place where I reside.

 

We build to destroy,

a mind is used to erect and deploy

the millions who follow

their souls are empty hollow

imageine the fear that comforts thousands

over here and over there...

Termination breeds no terror

sirens in the air

smoke fills the bottomless void

shooting draws the paranoid

conversation end with a shot

communication lines tied in knots

we try and try and try for what?

This is the Earth,

one death one Birth

this is the palce where we find

to explain the pace of our disgrace

this is?, not this is.!!

 

Too many years endless and fears blined by the trust to beat the fears

wake up roll over bleeding

from the sholder

a nation growing older

unstressed by whispers and hatred

Winter is colder.

genocide condemed by moral suicide.

This is, this is, and so is this!

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