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This Is Not the Place and Time To Smile
Take that stupid look Off your face- This is not the Place and time To smile Our words have Become our Verdicts And the Judges shall Sentence us to death All those Secret Sins Desires, Dreams, Hopes All those lies we tell others And ourselves- Spread on a sheet Of gilded paper Our words shall destroy us... Bare our souls to the Popcorn-munching crowd That knows us more than we Thought we knew ourselves They all saw what we've been Trying to hide-- Between those lines They'll drink like there's No tomorrow And by dawn our names shall Ferment, into bitter drops of Nothing And we'll write like there's no tomorrow The night is long Even History longs to be re-written Time can be accepting When it comes to change We'll write words about how Our words became The death of us And our caged thoughts shall Break free- and reek of fresh ink The pigeons will paint the night's sky And the men will bleed- Of compassion And monuments will fall Into Debris The sun will rise out of bed- And stare at its horrid face in the mirror And we'll write about the tomorrow that never came.
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