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• Artiste: Blue Gillespie
• Titre: The Oblivious
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Have you thought beyond the lie that all is real till the day you die? That what we're told is all there is and nothing is said in silences? Have you stopped to think? Gasped in your stink? Have you seen the link to nothing's brink? Soak me in your ignorance I'm jealous of your flaws I'd be happy like you if I didn't open doors To sincerity to awaken me To really see just what could be Teach me oblivion Please show me how to come Show me oblivion Give me a loaded gun Tell me all the secrets to how you live so bland Quenching curiosity your head deep in the sand Tell it plain to me to enable me Throw away the key to my philanthropy Teach me oblivion Please show me how to come Show me oblivion Give me a loaded gun Babies left on filthy streets Hit by grime in violent beats Boarded up in an empty home Nowhere soft to sleep no telephone to call for help Teach me oblivion Please show me how to come Show me oblivion Give me a loaded gun This just might happen to me Trapped in this solitary Fuckers have swallowed the key To the man I could be Fitting in filthy dark shame Trying to ignore the pain Searching for someone to blame Waiting to die again Losing the seeds I can sow Losing the me that I know Having no true place to go Having no room to grow