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C.L.A.S.S ( Cold, Lonely, And Slowly Swaying )
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C.L.A.S.S ( Cold, Lonely, And Slowly Swaying ) |
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xFromtheHeartx Member
since 2005-09-24
Posts 80Florida U.S. |
C.L.A.S.S Meaning Cold, Lonely, And Slowly Swaying Cold and lonely, on this fateful night The darkness consumes, an eclipse of the moonlight Surrounded by people, yet unseen to the eye And watching the clock tick, as time passes by Making me slowly wither, i can hear what their saying From this rope thats thinning, and slowly swaying I cannot hide these scars, they never heal From religious acts, irrationaly surreal Fanatics speak, preaching and praying And never listening, to the word im saying Walking a path, a faithless being Believeing in nothing, until only seeing No signs of true existance, only talk of what Questioning his word, with what ifs and buts "Accept his word, or be banished to hell" "That religion is wrong, you must dispel" Arguements fly, of whats right and wrong And thats religion for you, singing its song Making his way, a lost soul Straight to hell, at religions toll Signs of true existance, " prove it to me " " Ill never question his word again, and finally see " Cold and lonely, on this hateful night Darkness consumed, an eclipse of the moonlight Surrounded by hatered, in full view of the eye Silently breathing, as they pass me by Making me wither, i can hear what their saying From this rope that is breaking, and slowly swaying Darkness fallows the currupted Martyr... |
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