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- Don't Let the Sky Fall on Me
Living on the outskirts of hope I see the evil men do,
Surrounded by unfaithful angels beating souls black and blue,
As the trees whisper an answer to the question of the wind,
We're condemned to killing time, so we die bit by bit,
There ain't no recipes for living beneath the maker's rage,
What the great score-keeper's marking up against our names.
You know I've been searching all the days of my youth in hopes to one day meet the face of truth,