by Valeo Penitus

Created on: June 12, 2009

In no sense less

It's seems the way we live today,

We cannot see what's in our face.

Minuscule things block our way,

All the things we do and say.

In a place where innocence dies,

Another angel falls from the sky.

I'm running out of things to say,

my words got lost along the way.

Cherish all that you defend,

But this won't save you in the end.

Just like mercy from angels hand,

It get stripped away like contraband.

In a place where innocence dies,

Another angel falls from the sky.

I'm running out of things to say,

my words got lost along the way.

Look more closely at what they ask,

Lips unmoving through jaded masks.

This is all just a twisted ploy,

And we are all but foolish toys.

In a place where innocence dies,

Another angel falls from the sky.

I'm running out of things to say,

In no sense less,

my words got lost along the way.

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