Sunday, February 15, 2009

Also feeling this way



And with the early dawn
Moving right along
Couldn't buy a eye full of sleep
And in the aching nights
under satellites
I was not received
Built with stolen parts
Telephone in my heart
Someone get me a priest
To put my mind to bed
This ringing in my head
Is this a cure or is
this a disease?

Nail in my hand
From my creator
You gave me life now
Show me how to live [ 2 ]

And in the afterbirth
On the quiet earth
Let the stains remind you
You thought you made a man
You better think again
Before my role defies you

Nail in my hand
From my creator
You gave me life now
Show me how to live [ 2 ]

And in your waiting hands
I will land
And roll out of my skin
And in your final hours
I will stand
Ready to begin

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