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tonight is colder than the fingernails of bitches buckled belts on angry men i was riding when the onslaught happened i said, "here we go again" there was paper blowing all around the ditches calling me to find a pen and when i went into the pen shop i almost stayed too long if you stop to think what color ink to write your scriptures in your vision will be gone and every time i bear a vision of you i admit i try to stop it but mothers can not carry babies past their due so, why deny if i'm a prophet i see you waiting like an impatient sun knowing the moon will soon eclipse it i see greatness in yr future and then i see y'll never glimpse it before y're yanked away and though i shiver for all the unknown painters who complete their masterpieces on the undersides of rocks and every day there are fishermen who wake at dawn to find their boats are gone the ragged ropes still trailing off the docks i'm waiting like an impatient son knowing his momma's gonna leave Songtextewhen you see death written on a living face before you you just get on with it cause what are supposed to grieve the night is teeming with the bloody teeth of traitors hear it beating with the plastic hearts of liars the toxic fumes will keep the godly ones away were they thrown into the fires but you are waiting like an impatient sun waiting for its turn to shine and like the sun we're going to miss you your brightness when you leave us all behind Aus Songtexte Mania