waiting for you at the station
nights turn into days
the music held the potion
it all got in the way
time is everflowing
living in our own domain
waiting at the sideline
for a holy picture to take
despicable demands in my mind
battle them off with turpentine
channeling our only brother
forever in this way
break on free to the love
equality, it matters most
I love my brother
but he don't care for me
I'm just a ghost
above us only spirit
our soul in reach to speak
the holy body crucified
a son away from the tv
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