Missed Your Call
It shall be called corruption
This seed of lust and ignorance
That bends us in it’s clutches
Whose fault who struck who twanged the string
That preludes our destruction
Whose name to blame who gains this thing
We both reached out to touch it
Thinking it was freedom gained
But we were wrong
Yet we march on
I didn’t change the tone
And so each day you phone
It plays our song…
It plays our song…
It plays our song…
It plays our song…
And that is why I missed your call
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