Who Hash

This world is burning like a civ
Theres nothing more that I can give
Whatever comes whatever goes
May show up for no one knows
What is this that you now start
I can’t tell until we part
Watching as it all goes down
I look to you with a frown

Now I cannot find
Anything for a reason
The only thing to wait for
Is hell to be a season

A little of this can go a long way
It could even help you through your day
What comes to mind starts to fade
It shrinks the sun into shade
Turn me off when I get hot
I’m trying to be what I am not
All this seems a little to poor
I will try a whole lot more

Now I cannot find
Anything for a reason
The only thing to wait for
Is hell to be a season

And what do I have to worry about
Anything cause I can shout
Listen up and try to learn
The world is on a track to burn
Suddenly my voice runs dry
All I can do is ask myself why
What has this brought to me
A new look on reality

Now I cannot find
Anything for a reason
The only thing to wait for
Is hell to be a season

And what can you do
To what I am not
But try to change me
Into something I am not
And what can you do
To what I am not
But try to change me
Into something I am not

Now I can not find what the hell this is in me
Everything I hope for has gone to reality


copyright 1997 Letter 27
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