A whir, a whistle and a click

This old machine lurches to life

I'm faded, fallen and a little soulsick

A clockwork soul missing some pieces

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I can hear thunder in the distance

As my vision comes back to me

And maybe you ain't my bussiness

But I don't see how that could be

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Just drowned in the dust and decay

Whispers of another time haunting me

I feel the need to speak, to sing to say

But It stings my eyes and slows my tongue

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Echoes of laughter, of pain and rage roll past

This endless choking winter pushing me down

I keep praying, knowing this horror can never last

But i'm broken here in the dust, left to drown

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Thunder crashes, sounding closer this time

The wind picks up as the ground begins to tremble

Tiny drops of rain reach my tired brow

And I feel something spark inside my chest

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The ground splits, rolls and rumbles

This graveyard reaches out to keep me here

Thunder rolls again and lightning lashes out

And the earth quiets and lies still as clouds draw near

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My laboured breath comes and goes quieter now

The air darkens and my skin goes chill

And as i'm dying, as if an answer, rain begins to fall

Dust and death washed from my eyes

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Years are washed away in moments

Bitter wounds come clean

And in the chill embrace of rain

Baptized anew, my heart begins to beat

<< : Mr.Wallace

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