a stormy winter
he is alone
he is not free
he take a chance
a chance delivers
a tiny piece of bone
alive but on the street
you sure can shake this woman down
you sure can break her final hour
it's not a crime, it is my right, i am within reason
sure can shake your head in shame
you sure can play the part of God
but i;m exactly like you
and you;re exactly like me
you're exactly like me
feel like a knife
though i was dreamin'
victim turns to stone
we fall asleep
december's cold
it's a funny season
animals need food
animals like me
burn off some blood
but i was cheated
they took a soul
they stole some dreams
they say 'hey we're all brothers..
...we're all lovers of reason"
well that's alot of crap
there is no such thing
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