A paragraph shifts, into a lullaby, waiting for its chance to soothe.
Troubling times, haunting a scourge of minds, praying that it won't consume.
Excuse me miss, may I bother you, might you just give me the time.
Hands pinned back, facing to north and east, it must be a quarter to nine.
Doesn't it sound just divine, crossing the line.
I'm still here.
Holding on to all that remains.
The light will let us carry on.
Break through the walls, push it in place
Show your resolve, we will set our fate.
With clarity grasped, questions resolved themselves, this feels like a matter of state.
Menacing thoughts, are starting to form inside, remove them and do it with haste.
Facing the wind, unwavering faith is in, and how will the challenge begin
Consorting within, was just a step to do, and everyone knows it but you.
When we see a rising sun, catastrophe is done.
Mother, father, the time is near, nothing to fear.
Questions, answers, set in stone, where will it go.
from All The Blood Money Can Buy
released January 3, 2013
Music & Lyrics written by: Murder
Music Recorded @ The Panda Studios - Sam Pura
Vocals Recorded @ Interlace Audio - Kris Crummett
Produced by Kris Crummett & Sam Pura
Mixed and Mastered by - Kris Crummett
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