morning sun
the moon's bright rays
feel the presence of the gloom
a career sickened eye
a cheap perfume
i can barely cry
i can barely breath
i can barely sigh
i can barely see
truth is scattered on the floor
so many lives
so many wars
battles won and battles lost
fall to your knees
strangle the host
i can barely cry
i can barely breath
i can barely sigh
i can barely see
will it matter if we turn around right here
or move forward into the storm?
will mother mary keep us warm?
will it matter if we turn around right here
or move forward into the storm?
will mother mary keep us warm?
i can barely cry
i can barely breath
i can barely sigh
i can barely see
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