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Life is an uphill battle
No credit only blame
You play the cards they hand you
But there’s no meaning to the game
The rock rolls down upon you
And you try and you try again
As you justify existence
To live in the world of men

Oh, Krakatoa
Raining down on me
Oh, Krakatoa

You size up situations
Dig your trenches and hunker in
Wear your machine gun bullet halo
As if you had a chance to win
But in the country of your spirit,
You’re awaiting deportation 
Still, your wet eyes greet the morning light
In stagnant celebration 

The anvil of your calling 
Keeps pressing for response
As the blacksmith strikes the molten mash
Amid your veil of sparks
And it seems like you’ve been bent this way
For a hundred-thousand years
With the peoples of antiquity
Who learned to explain their fears –

Oh, Krakatoa
Raining down on me
Oh, Krakatoa

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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