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The Prophet Aflame
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The Prophet Aflame |
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IntoTheRain Member
since 2006-01-29
Posts 51Westwood, CA |
Betrayed! (We were golden) (The shining prophet all aflame!) Light fleeing through the crack Beneath the door Sliding out and away This conversation is running out of time Out of breath and out of line Rewind, Rewind! This prophet is all aflame! The words all pieces On assembly line floors Glass shards from a cracked sun There isn’t anymore The gates burst open Its ten steps back for two steps forward A strange dance that we’re dying for The sun a misshapen mirror And the clouds and burning Falling embers all around Each reflection running out of time Rewind, Rewind! This prophet is all aflame! The words all pieces On assembly line floors Glass shards from a cracked sun There isn’t anymore All we had was golden All we were was golden A brilliant prophet all aflame These things we used to know All the premonitions won’t mean a thing And suddenly we’re so very tired |
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