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Paradox

Thinking

Sitting alone in this room
Closing my eyes to see
Only with you can it be
Watching the walls close
In on this tragedy
Here I go again
Wishing for a friend
Sitting waiting for the end

The grass is green
And the leaves have fallen
I must be lost
Because reality is calling
I just can't wait
For the damn fait
Of what may come to late
I must understand
So give me your hand
Take me away to your land
Together we can

All I have is imagination
It is my only concentration
With it I can create any situation
So come with me to my mind's nation

Loneliness always surrounds
This heart that never pounds
Quietness is my only sound
I need to be found
Death strikes at our hand
Taking men from this land
And turning them into sand
Where the soul can become damned...