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Time is not a friend of mine
It forces me to wait
For symbols of reality
Inscriptions of my faith
I can hear the laughter now
The universal joke
That mercy, insecurity
Absurdity, I spoke
Walk with me, my children
Walk into the sea
Those crazy little voices
Talk to me and say, they say...
Bring me the gun, the gun
Bring me the gun, the gun
"The gun?" you say "But why the gun?"
Is it too dark to see
The mental bars or fearful thoughts
And dark insanity?
Keep in mind and not in heart
For feeling can betray
What little hope you demonstrate
As opposed to what you say
Walk with me, my children
Walk into the sea
I can give no reason
For you to follow me
I come without conscious
And I don't have a name
Those crazy little voices
Talk to me and say, they say...
Bring me the gun! The gun
Bring me the gun, the gun
Bring me the gun...
Bring it to me, bring it to me
Bring me the gun...
Bring it to me, bring it to me
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