Strangled the dreams
the some you and I never had
So how do we crawl?
with me on hands and feet for you
In…so close in…coming so close in
Now as they try to sell
an already sold of an idea
Seeming to fold out the path
for no one would be walking anymore
In…so close in…coming so close in
Forecast of a storm
brewing around and within
Driven up to someone else’s mark
crying out loud someone else’s scream
In…so close in…coming so close in
Straight between the eyes
the needle it stands throbbing
Washed out now by this fresh gush
of the blood once red and thick
In…so close in…coming so close in
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