| Lyrics: | True or false, the life of man
Beneath her dress, so soft so thin
Not wicked thoughts,
explains he shakes
For God's sake hold the key
Locks in this agony
Your
armes are positioned, but they are not nailed
You look for the pacifist, but he went
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He's lost in the maze
These winds are cold and its walls will press his face
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True or false, impulse of man
Hits his girl, she swirls across the floor
And as
she falls, bites out his tongue
Black strips on the birch
Man's eyes bulge ans
burst
He shouts "pacifist help!" but he cannot hear
He's lost in the maze
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The rock cuts his back
And the wind will press his face.... press his face...
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True or false, impulsive man
Erase the face from smile to scream
Must keep his
hands inside his head
Tear lines in her clothes
Bruised hands hold the rose
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So now you must wait for the honey to come to your throat
Your arms are splinters
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But they will scrape the disease from his face
Press his face.... press his face |
