i felt the city choke i heard the world at war i prayed for providence god said, "don't pray no more you went and made your mess keep your blame off my feet" so i got off my knees i faced the devil's day the sky was murder red the streets were headstone gray a flaming ferris wheel spun where the sun used to be and i watched its buckets dip and dance saw a couple making love lock hands they were pushing for abandon and the answers it could bring 90 million miles from the graveyard growing over everything... read more
