Walking into Purgatory

April 14, 2010
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I’ve felt the gravel tremble
As dust wisps the sky
Fell the clock turning
In my mind’s eye
Regulating taxes
All on the floor
All these distractions, driving me insane
I can’t take it anymore

Every single moment
I turn the locksmith black
With coal on his cheeks
He just glares right back
Turns, works around
Everything I’ve left here
All my dreams turn to ashes
Scattered into soot

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