Change the score or face fire
I'm your salvation never more dire
we've been here too long for all this crap
come with me and escape well laid trap
I've got a peace that will tear you down
it's filled and full and ready to pounce
Pacify the naked rage, place latch upon moral cage
then clothe with words of sage
of justice and your own self stage
Seeing through the dirt more darkly,
where love draws fits of fabled malarkey
let's bow the knee to love's pure voice
so when we hear it we don't pass it
on a street filled with our own noise
Our justice is shared not yours to bear
Fill up the wrath of glory
hand it off please - it's just not your story
I've famed the fallen and lost my leisure
put gold on a nail driven by Caesar
but we dear friend are to be driven up towards
not away from our body just away from the cords
Finales are to me what settles the score
I'll meet you there - arm in arm with a whore
Carry your cross and I guess I'll do mine
I just can't do it again for you, once more this time
I finish my phrase with a heart split in two
one side angry, the other melded to you
so hear a word as I write of pure but bland courage
I do so need you but not the fodder to burn such incorrige.
Yet anger is an elephant, and wrath a pure vida
for us who can't let go, it's hell in a cheetah
so without further adieu on behalf of this pure whore
I plead don't count or settle, just change the frickin score
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