But when you cry out to me
everything stops
the sick daydreaming
the needle drops
Is it a blessing
or a fearful burden
or is it simply
of one thing I’m certain
when you ask of me
I say how much how much
here is comfort
here is touch
here is holding
satisfaction guaranteed
when I hear
the protest of need
the world is run more
by crooks now than ever
this city state keeps edging closer
to the end of forever
but I’ve got no time to
shout it from the mountaintops
I have to listen to the voice
that says everything stops
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