The withering wind supplies our mind
Drinking wine to alleviate tired eyes
We can't look back, ourselves we tried
We need a command to act upon
That not of weakness, yet of strength
Hard to see this, it almost stinks
Don't think you can't because you can
Will you treat the cause and understand?
Asked to forget a conscious flaw
We see the warnings, we grasp it well
I got a wall need be torn down
You like to say you know this too
A word can write, and can confuse
Your axe it cuts right to the muse
That once was true, yet no longer more
He's the one that you adore
From hence he came, is it your brain?
I have no mass, to let you have
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Drinking wine to alleviate tired eyes
We can't look back, ourselves we tried
We need a command to act upon
That not of weakness, yet of strength
Hard to see this, it almost stinks
Don't think you can't because you can
Will you treat the cause and understand?
Asked to forget a conscious flaw
We see the warnings, we grasp it well
I got a wall need be torn down
You like to say you know this too
A word can write, and can confuse
Your axe it cuts right to the muse
That once was true, yet no longer more
He's the one that you adore
From hence he came, is it your brain?
I have no mass, to let you have