i see you fading into the shadows
tearing the pages to pieces
bidding farewell to tomorrow
it rips my soul of peace
gulp after gulp you ingest this insanity
glued to it like rat to cheese
it's made you a stooge, deprived you if sanity
it rips my soul of peace
piercings upon piercings leaves skin ashen
tearing heart and mind by the seconds
leaving body and soul weakened
it rips my soul of peace
they've taken everything dear from thee
loving and cherishing them beyond blood
left you restless like the sea, wild like bees
it rips my soul of peace
Young Paris and Helen live like orphans
Mr. Johnson's been made a widow
Papa is alive, out of reach, always in a trance
it rips my soul of peace
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