Damn this crusade our bright star’s declining
Damn this parade and its colorful make up clowns
With a painted smile on their lips
Glamorous trash for sale once and for all
Stash the cash away save it for a better day
A twinkle in your eyes says tomorrow never dies
No end to this story of creation
We all have a finger in the pie
We’re fallen from the stars
Cosmic debris
Crime of passion woke up the demons in our
Black diamond hears
The seeds of gods in the twilight setting us apart
Damn this virus…
Damn this virus ain’t got no remedy
The exodus final refuge
It’s in the nature of things
Environmental control, are a ticket to the
Super-bowl
It’s all a matter of priority
Since the age of 4
Something missing in my life
It’s my eternal strife
Searching for a place
I’m searching for a place called home
Cosmic debris
Crime of passion…
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