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• Artiste: Scrivener
• Titre: Into The Fold
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For a while you could cheat the game Hanging 'round with the waifs and strays What didn't matter before will rip through the floor It's open season on killing time You don't grow up you just tow the line And from a pulpit on fire you preach to the choir So welcome a brother into the fold You find yourself empty, growing old You run from your false start With a bent back to your coup de grace My little bell jar We're swept round like leaves in the wind But you condescend and rail against This or that dependency Say a prayer to the void, the place you avoid Welcome my brothers into the fold You'll find yourself empty, growing old In four walls alone, it's your home Denied though you didn't ask for much And don't make a fuss