Has anyone ever thought of life after death?
I don’t think so
But I thought so
When the supernatural life and I met
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The carcas of leaders
The tomb of misery
Money-inclined hearts
Pleasure and fame, their watch word
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In the great forest of South Africa,
Moves a black shift
With bare feet on the imperata
Voices lay low with ancient tongues
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They say everyone is mad
...to a degree
Picture
A moment of complete silence and enthusiasm
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Sasha screamed at me this morning
Grace yelled at me yesterday
Mom barked at me the day before
It was all my fault
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Believe me
I've never felt this way before
Since you left me
A smear of happiness with you
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Let the bold get bolder
The weak, weaker
The poor, poorer
And the world bigger
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Why did you leave me?
Why forsake me now?
Had I not waited enough
For us to be together
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The trees will waver in the wind
People will stand within the shadows
In the darkness behind
And in them will raise sorrowful solos
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Quacks, wobbling colony
Can't there be a change?
Of incessant worrying minds
And dirty leading seats
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