JohnnyGenzale

I'm innocent. 

Don't ask me what this is about.

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Stormy weather is outside door
Every single sound of lightning
Takes me years back in time
Nuclear wasted corridors
Crying people in my mind
Every string of my life is candled together
In a most forgotten way there is
Rattle walls, the war is here again
But this time we are unprepared and weak
And I’m not the man you seek

When I die I’ll go to heaven as I’ve spent my time in hell

Every winter I turn into a defensive shell
Every word I hear’s a punch in my mind
We are a disgrace to everything we hold dear
No place in life can keep me settled for long
I find no pleasing in the things I do or achieve
I’m part of nothing and I’m nothing alone
Keep your eyes upon for strange affairs
In hell there are no things displeasing me
We’re there for just one reason, that’s it
We weren’t fit for this society’s frame
Now we are thrown down Dante’s ladder again

When I die I’ll go to heaven as I’ve spent my time in hell

In my darkest moment it’s a shame to be here
In my weaker moments I feel pity and fear
Then I forgive myself for being brittle and weak
There’s no place for me in the utopia you seek
Emerald dreams, sapphire mind, where am I now
Ruby heart, topaz eyes, how do I look in this coat honey

Boots of a thousand lies are walking me up and down

The streets have gone to sleep and the city is a-slumbering

Cars drive past me, but they don’t know who I am, they don’t judge me

Birds are flying by, but they are busy with their own cause and calling.

Bars are still open I can hear the roaring voices, the lights are gone though

Inside their it is warmer, maybe not safer but at least it’s people

Alone out here is such a drag, but I’m not the one to complain, I got my boots on

Step by step I come further down, the avenue that’s stood still for oh so long

Still I am surrounded by the silence and the emptiness of my dear town

Trees whisper lies, I wish I could believe, the pavements are flushed with liqour

Here lie the dreams of a good man, died by forty four, whisky took his breath

I’m glad I wasn’t him, but still I can’t deny that I admire such a persons passion

I cross the station, the station I grew up to like and to bounce back to

Once filled with hope and warmth, it’s all long gone since years from now

Now the only feeling that I have left, is what did go so wrong

With the world, myself and most of all my dear town that I hold so dear

Guns are shouting in a distant present, distant past and most likely the future

Bullets fly like flies in the air, are burrowed in the flesh of a thousand men

Further down this street, the street slope down towards a bitter end

An ending I’ve been hoping for, for quite a long time to never come

My boots they take me everywhere where lies have once stood steady

Where blood has been spilled and dreams been crushed, that’s my path to walk

Certain death was not my dream, not my cause and my wish, but here I am

If that’s where the next crossing’s gonna lead me to, then so be it, my fair city