Round Here

Round Here
 
 
Step out the front door like a ghost

Into the fog where no one notices

The contrast of white on white.
 
And in between the moon and you

The angels get a better view

Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
 
I walk in the air between the rain,

Through myself and back again.

Where? I don't know.....
 

'Round here we're carving out our names

'Round here we all look the same

'Round here we talk just like lions

But we sacrifice like lambs

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