In hearing the loss on the air
a striking comparison there
in the balance that left from our heads
and the blankness on faces that carry the dead.
We suffer this terrible sound with one of our ears under the ground.
The pictures and stories are left
and in all their convenience forget
the lies and the damage they gave
to get us to eat and to make us behave.
We're settling blank to the stone that covers the grave of the old.
Walking in step and in line, pushing the Wheel of the Damned.
The pictures and stories are left
and in all their convenience forget
the voices, you don't heed their call
surrounded by silence that buries us all.
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fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309