Daytime
Rane over me
As new fallen snows
And the power of Him
Like lust
Only grows
You can't stop
The hero
For all of his hype
And heaven dust crowns
Mister Jones at his height
The peak of my measure
Sweet Jesus in vein
A habit I practice
Must end in due pain
Trudging in tar
Made it too hard to walk
But galloping horses
Encircle my block
Can Judas save me?
Too floating to tell
How long will it last?
My brother from hell
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