Ace Of Black Hearts (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)
If The World Makes It, It'll Be Because We Saved It
Writing another fast song.
Writing another slow song.
Passing the time.
My head is spinning then it is gone.
A long overdrawn sad tragic goodbye.
Painting the glorious skies.
Wheels ground down to the bare rims.
Putting axles right in reverse.
Full speed, cockpit ready.
Heart like a rock, solid and steady.
My mind is a pouring fountain of the perverse.
An simulation, to the starvation.
Enduring through it all over and over again.
This story has no ending.
No perfections, or pretty meaningful quotes.
It is something I wrote.
Not to gloat, but the truth to burn.
Images invade my dreams.
The changing of the sun.
When will it finally come?
Watching the world come undone.
At the seams.
We need a quick patch job.
It is to keep it going.
Don't worry if the boats leaking keep rowing.
We have more then enough time to make it ashore.
Risks so great, and we underestimate.
There is no map to where we haven't traveled.
Blind folded, dizzy, and swinging at a donkey full of candy.
All to have a good time.
Running ourself ragged each and everyday.
Hunger like a plague it is spreading.
Equal and fairness in the hands of so few.
Who gets to decide for you?
What if I told you I don't want to?
The bad guy in so many eyes.
A man without a conscience, without a soul.
Tell me why he should be the one in control?
You say well at least he ain't bias.
No your right he hates everybody the same.
So many names.
Walking dead scourge.
A million dotted splurges.
A walk in front of cameras for all to see.
He is neither ashamed or remorseful.
He just ripped you off and he is all smiles, and denials.
Nah your right he would never do that.
But I just think you got some smoke in your eyes.
Burning right through the disguise.
Because his words are just not that smooth.
Feeding egos like fires.
Don't give them to much or they will get way to high.
The point of no return.
How far is it?
Have we already reach it.
Do we even care?
This is our one and only shot.
For the sake of all humanity.
If you even get this message...
If you can even hear me.
Let me be the voice forever stuck on repeat.
We can prevent so much.
I've seen both worlds.
Cast through a shadow of the horrible storms.
Scarred mother earth, but she still lives.
Breathing, and providing the life that still exist.
It is our choice.
It has always been our choice.
The path to self destruction is not so far off.
We already started on the journey.
And it only gets worse each year.
Soon this world will just disappear.
Let me ask you, can you live with that?
A satisfied temporary bliss.
So much wasted.
So much precious.
We can still save it...
We can still save it...
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