Classic Collision Atlanta #250

Posted on 19. Oct, 2015 by in Classic Collision Atlanta

When Will It End ? Lyrics


Psychosis of the mind will be the death of us all, your brain’s screaming from the depths of hell, loud and ringing like a clarion call, and the clanging of the mission bell. There’s fighting on the left, fighting on the right, there’ll be no more fighting, when we’re all blown out of sight.

There’s faith, there’s hope, and there’s charity, it begins at home that’s what you never see. There’s rich there’s poor, and there’s tragedy, when will it end when will it end ?

Education’s what you need not a brand new gun,.. ready, load, aim, fire. The devil of serenity thinks it’s fun, gotcha building your own funeral pyre.

You’re told to march, told how to feel, hot knives, cold cold steel.

Your cruel black eyes, make my skin crawl. And I trust you, as far as I could throw you.

You’re like a square peg fitting in a round hole, live today, you belong in the past. Beating on your chest with your blind faith, total a headless chicken, it’s a real blast. Not the only ones to ever see a disaster, shrouds covered in the dust of alabaster,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.&bvm=bv.42661473,d.eWU&fp=5a6e43b0307ffc7&biw=1024&bih=483

It is amazing. Although I was very busy today…I wasn’t busy in a way that there were others expecting of me…Nevertheless, it came back. I have been slammed for six days…no time to deal with anything…although it reared its ugly head, slowly but surely…beginning three days ago…I find myself trying to keep myself  busier and busier…guess what, that causes me more physical harm…no more running…break time is over…

The words came to mind…therefore I Googled them…

How very profound!


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