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• Artiste: Marathon
• Titre: Courting My Soul
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A midnight game of hide and seek Within the cemetery gates Face pressed against nocturnal fields Where granite headstoned congregate I'm not scare in this moonless night Everyone here admits they're dead inside Corpses below whisper their alibis Explaining wasted lives So where were you on this stormy night? Is there a witness who can testify That you didn't take your own life And hide the body by the turn pike? We are hollow, agents of need We reep the comfort while the third world bleeds This will not change until we start to breath Until we start living I bought a dozen roses And I put on my nicest clothes I'm trembling but I look good I'm ready to seduce my soul Here is a time, here is a chance To give my life some romance And to be greater than the living dead Fill up the neighborhoods with art Make theaters in our own backyards laugh like you need it to survive Sing just to prove that we're alive We're alive This is our time, this is our chance To give our lives some romance have more to say than just nodding our heads This is my time, this is my chance I'm breaking out of this trance Climbing out of this hospital bead Park path concrete, words in chalk challenge me "This is yours, so take it back" Forge artistry or live passionlessly? This life is mine, I want it back