Wet with reverb, your walk glistens
Calm in the stare of your storm
And with the softest touch I listen
Unaware of the danger that I've been warned
Flash flooded in moments of whiplash and hope
Dashed away by gail force winds
Too late to rescind my life rope
In this hurricane of truth and sins
It is out of my hands now even though I play to win....
In this torrent of wish and whim
No more tears, even a heathen believes in born again...
It is out of my hands now even though I play to win....
In this hurricane of truth and sins
It is out of my hands now even though I play to win....

"why do we have a war on terrorism? we need a war on apathy and ignorance." - maynard james keenan

"help me or shoot me - make a decision"

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