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• Artiste: Forgive Durden
• Titre: Parable Of The Sower
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I've woken again in an ocean of salt, Drenched from recurring Dreams of such horror. They haunt my evenings. Nightmares of a future so absurd This fantasy of events could never occur. Such vivid imagery has me Blurring all kinds of lines Between here and reality. Billboards have replaced all window panes. Faith is less a feeling and more a mandate. Fed up are the sun and the moon. They're burning up and leaving soon. My twisted imagination. It has a mind of its own. So wake me for this dream. My crooked precognition. Its distance from the truth grows. Please wake me from this dream. Where there's an answer for everything Hiding behind child-proof plastic locks And under cotton swabs. There's a medicine for every ill. If the money's right the pain can be Drowned with a bitter pill. All the women are paper thin. Their necks barely hold up their heads. Boys have been trained And prepared since birth To serve their role And fight until their death. My twisted imagination. It has a mind of its own. So wake me for this dream. My crooked precognition. Its distance from the truth grows. Please wake me from this dream. It's only a fabrication. This place is all in my head. It's only a fabrication. This place is all in my head. I rub my eyes to find This whole time I thought I was in a slumber, They've been open wide.