Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade
A desperate
I ride alone, the wasteland that I cross
Will take
On the pedastal you stand of promises to keep
I
I prey upon your morbid fear
Of terminal disease
You
A man exists alone
Hidden by a shell
Touched in
Integrity of construction
The best money can buy
Her size
It's more than understanding, to realize just what it means
Rituals are carried out for reasons quite unknown
The fact
I'm your conductor, welcome to the station
Always got an
I've got nowhere to go
I've got some rocks to
I hear it in a minstrel wind, it's crying out
You won't find me, in my bed right off the
Mama, I'm crying, did the silver angel warn the earth
The endless years and hardluck tales, and some that have
No one's born with hatred, it's something that you learn
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