[…]
Won’t you help me make a fist
And choke the poison back
We’ll close our eyes each godforsaken time
The world gets painted black
And we’ll wonder where it comes from
How the pain cuts through the pride
When the tools we use to fix ourselves
Are just the fools we stood beside
But love is not an answer
I don’t need an answer, I need you
So bring my all your questions
Bring me all your doubts
Don’t let me meet the devil
That I sang those songs about
Cause the hounds of youth are howling
And you’re all I’ve got to trust
With heaven’s lonely ghetto
Up there crying down on us
[…]
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