I howl at the moon and I blot out the sun
Remembering crimes beyond reach of a gun
Breaking the Sabbath before it has begun
With a conscience uselessly raging
So I bury knife in the soul someone
For the times they are a-changing.
Sunday, April 03, 2011
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To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Shadow Simon says: somewhere along the way Shadow Simon says: you've lost sight of who you are Shadow Simon says: and you lost the words...
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