Story Behind the Song
I wrote this song in 2001, I don't remember writing it. This was done in one take.
Lyrics
Dreams are scattered,
brains are tattered,
sacred plans flow through.
Lovers crying,
crying whining,
liars speaking true.
Open your eyes, for you've been blind,
the clouds will part inside your mind.
She grips the hand of this small child,
walk down the beach single file.
Walking waiting,
T.V.'s training,
please don't ask me why.
Preachers prayin',
consumers payin',
come and watch me die.
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