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Mr. J. Medeiros - Silent Earth
(from the album Of Gods and Girls)
© copyright 2007

1st verse:
Before the war of the worlds i draw closer till its all over
the All Knowing knocking doors till they all open
i call hoping for a moment to stand
only to fall sober with an omen in hand
i call for Oprah but she wont understand
what's going through a mans mind, a media land mine
they feeding on a mans pride, bleeding and cant find
a tourniquet this evil got its thorn in my side and keeps turning it
people we were born to survive and be permanent
the sequel is the morning we rise
the King's returning to
keep us from burning in our own flames
learning to speak but im worried if its long range
surely the speakers will reassure the want change
hurry the reaper is burying the whole game
hold it, we maintain the same pain but cant show it
from hand made to brand name, gangs to famed poets
planting seeds and yet they cant sow it
got me standing in the hand of thieves planning a take over
im demanding that they break open
they the poison in the lung that shrank from chain smoking
i blame the choking on the air that we breath
inhale the atmosphere of careless greed
on an atlas were we share the need
but don't care to feed the lonely
on our bodies bare the words that read "somebody please hold me"

2nd verse:
ever since the day that i was created i
never thought that i would state that i wasn't afraid to die
but today my sight is better then the naked eye
im a letter from the editor telling ya feathers are made to fly
and forever was made for i,
written within the text of intolerable sin the blame resides
together our names collide till the taste of bread and wine
restore the people to the place they coincide
with the omnipotent glory of God is infinite
the intricate meaning of life's defined innocence
divine instruments depending on who breath through it
designed with a sense of harmony, arm me with sheet music
the type the meek speak fluent till im knee deep in ruins
with a seed that keeps blooming from concrete
pursuing an illuminate kiss competing with a lunar eclipse
im speaking of the tunes we equip with a TV. and a super model
the inherit need to be free from who we choose to follow
and the tools we use to hollow our existence
i refuse to loose this battle choose the power in resistance
in the hour of indifference where the innocent bleed
inhale the atmosphere of careless greed
on an atlas were we share the need but dont care to feed the lonely
on our bodies bare the words that read "somebody please hold me"