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Absence of Torches Lyrics

I have grown into an old man and my whole clan is fast asleep in the vast tracks of land that I keep
And I plan to write my life out and then expand until all the candles were snuffed out and darkness stands the test of time
In the best of my vestibule chats with God, he had this odd way of showing the shame he felt in the way that we melt before the altars of plastic
It's like we opened up a portal when our pagan accent sacrifices were performed, when life's little vices have deformed the world that we live in
The price we paid is being delayed from seeing the pearly gates and given that God's children are forbidden from living in what used to be our garden
And in our exit we're starting to subdue whoever we can take from and make some bunch of numb a******* most status points, we're at the last hole and trying to keep hope in this black hole with no rope to climb with
The vine is riding right before my eyes, by the divine we've been advised
So many times we've seen the signs that the strains placed on the interlaced vines is having effect that we can never reverse and enough regret
Get your dirty laundry off the clothesline, I froze my mind
In hindsight a picture might be worth a thousand words, but only one earth-day is worth s*** in every way we work the land and hurt the hand that feeds us and even Jesus, the son of God leaves us
It's hard when to appease us as a species we have to have more
And still the sore grows as our store of knowledge rose from building fires
The tire-smoke burning in the distance, dancing in revolution, mad that the establishment was overturned and dissolved
I'm singing in the acid rain! Pollution problem solved in great pain to the rain forest and everyone involved
It's not getting any better, I know it's getting worse
For every birth dispersed upon earth brings another mouth to feed and strains the purse-strings but first things first
We need to act and attack the root 'cause for all the flacking flaws and exported bear-claws, we humans as a race have no escape clause
We must pause for thought because we're stuck with what we got
So let's make the best and the strongest
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Josh Martinez & the Hooded Fang (1998)
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