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All the more
INSIDE ROARE
All the more
I see the anger in your eyes
why does it have to be.
I hear a scream
it's not singing that should sound like a choral.
Why
your eyes are red
thousands of words come out of the mouth.
Why don't I hear inappropriate things
words sour as vinegar.
Your neck is as hot as a stovepipe
what do you mean
Your steps unfaithful, night after night,
what do you want to blame me for?
The two little bastards I have to read to
I'm suffocating with rage, so tell me
Why!
They are so small, they stretch their arms in vain.
They are sweet, unripe,
little eyes stare.
As butterfly wings have skin
you are afraid to touch
So tell me why your eyes were red
I would like to move the time.
Why can't time move
love or dream, you must not bend your back.
Why did you live, knowing to pass on.
You wouldn't give away your jewel in life.
Two little ones screamed
and don't say NO.
I won't!
All the more
I see the anger in your eyes
why does it have to be.
I hear a scream
it's not singing that should sound like a choral.
Why
your eyes are red
thousands of words come out of the mouth.
Why don't I hear inappropriate things
words sour as vinegar.
Your neck is as hot as a stovepipe
what do you mean
Your steps unfaithful, night after night,
what do you want to blame me for?
The two little bastards I have to read to
I'm suffocating with rage, so tell me
Why!
They are so small, they stretch their arms in vain.
They are sweet, unripe,
little eyes stare.
As butterfly wings have skin
you are afraid to touch
So tell me why your eyes were red
I would like to move the time.
Why can't time move
love or dream, you must not bend your back.
Why did you live, knowing to pass on.
You wouldn't give away your jewel in life.
Two little ones screamed
and don't say NO.
I won't!
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