Parama

There's merit in construction when it's done with your own hands

There's beauty in destruction, resurrection, another chance

There's a you and I in union but just an I in our beliefs

There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's naïve

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Once he had forests and mountains

That were only his - listening to him

Once he would run through the summer days

Catching memories for ages to come

Now he is dressing this naked floor

With his flesh and blood, and times passes by

His trade of pain might just have lead him

To deal with consequence

For some change as time passes by

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It serves as a warning to me,

Just like most of these days do

Cause I just wish that I could've just left you there sitting in your own shit

Cuz I know that you want me to

See, cause I’ve come through all this before

And I've bought that skinny tee

With a big black gaping hole where the heart should be

That says, “baby, I renounce thee”

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Mankind, with your heresy

Can't you see that this is killing me

There's no one in this life

To be here with me at my side

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Dear prodigal you are my son and I

Supplied you not your spirit, but your shape.

All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes;

I fathomed not you wanted to escape.

And though I only ever gave you love,

Like every child you've chosen to rebel.

Uprooted flow'rs and filled the holes with blood;

Ask not for whom they toll, the solemn bells.

A child of dust, to mother now return;

For every seed must die before it grows.

And though above the world may toil and turn,

No prying spades will find you here below.

Now safe beneath their wisdom and their feet

Here I will teach you truly how to sleep.