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The Front That Welcomes

This song is by Punish Them and appears on the album Punish Them (2008).

I crave for even the faintest touch of inspiration.
Tho, it's rivers have seemingly dried.
The past few weeks have gone by like nameless citizens,
In a waiting line.

Scattered grey clouds have altered my plan.
I must dig deep.
An amalgam of taunting voices have wittingly took the lime light away.

Words and actions have somehow lost some of their sweetness.
As I search for some sign,
And collect the shattered pieces,
I regain my thirst for optimism.

Deaf will be these ears; to your serenades.
Blind will be these eyes; to your charades.
And cold will be the front, that welcomes you

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