What's the world come to, when everything's going the way of the gun.
What's the world come to, if life is a shadow of what has been done.
I want you to know; don't take it slow.
Just come un-done, and the sin will take hold.

I can't hold it back.
It's too much to ask.
You know the way, up to the task.
Please don't ever say...


Comment by Mark

nothing like good

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