A punkoid opera in C flat and razor sharp We have traveled pain and love To call ourselves high born Living in a maze so crazed, lunacy is legend Lunacy is legend Words I fear that clutch my crutch And drive your senses crazy Men or women too get blue, so don't make living hazy No don't make living hazy Once in youth the wisdom crouched Deep inside my bedroom Visitations now are scarce, winter life is lonely Now winter life is lonely Temples that are bleak and bleached Are bleached up on the highway God of truth returned just once and made my prison homely Don't make my life so lonely
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