Crash
Crashing into the mislead
It's a wonder why I'm not dead
Now flying through the shield of my car
skidding into a ranch, hitting the horse arena's outward bar
Now lying in the summers grass
No one can tell how much time has past
Why arn't I unconscious now
Wait, who am I, where, what, why and how
Come on god look at me now
Come on god look at us now
In the grass, the farmer's pasture
Thinking I'm in an absolute fracture
Pain unbearably coursing through my veins
As if there was a gun pointed at me, double barrel, shoot out my brains
Clouds moving faster in several directions in the sky
God, tell me, is the place where I die
Following the light to saint Peter's gate
No need to hurry your never too late
The scars are here to show me as a mortal man
I'm human, I'm fragile, yet I'm your one man band.
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