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Collection / Metal Church / This Present Wasteland
Lyrics
A mystery of the universe a tale of the dead Far into the psyche and far until the end The mind it often wonders about the few and far between But in these lines I think you'll find that you will believe Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul Whispers in a wind storm carry through the night Helpless victims everywhere, all have felt his plight The scars he's left are memorable, he waits until they heal Then he comes back again, to seal the final deal Oh far beyond the violent skies you can see a watchful eye His presence always shifting like the empty hands of time On broken wings he tries to sing his hateful lullaby Nobody is listening to this dull pathetic cry His death is mourned by no one, he is the shadowed one Now he plots from below these deeds of a dead soul
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