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Ophelia drowned in the water
Crushed by her own weight
And hitler loved little blue-eyed boys
And it drove him to hate.
Birds always grow silent before the night descends
Cause nature has a funny way of breaking what does not bend
A hero’s torso built of steel and novicane
His heart a bitter beat inside a bloodless frame
There was a hole inside his soul
A manicure could not fill
So he found himself a whore to love
While daisies choked on the windowsill
We’ve made houses for hatred
It’s time we make a place where
People’s souls may be seen and made safe
Be careful with each other these fragile flames
Innocence can’t be lost it just needs to be maintained
A small town in ohio, 2 boys are filled with violence
As night in the darkness spreads it’s legs for hate and ignorance.
We are given to a God to put his faith therein
But to be forgiven we must first believe in sin.
We’ve made houses for hatred
It’s time we make a place where
People’s souls may be seen and made safe
Be careful with each other these fragile flames
Innocence can’t be lost it just needs to be maintained
Strange current pulling, a sleepless ebb and flow.
Me, I drift sideways, and you, I don’t know.
I want to live bravely and love without fear.
I want to always feel the wings of great near.
We all will be christed when we hear ourselves say
We are that to which we pray.
We’ve made houses for hatred
It’s time we make a place where
People’s souls may be seen and made safe
Be careful with each other these fragile flames
Innocence can’t be lost it just needs to be maintained.
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