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there's an old man on a city bus, holding a candy cane, and it isn't even christmas, he see's a note in the obituary, that his last friend has died, there's an infant clinging, to his overweight mother in the cold, as they go to shop for cigarettes, and she spends her last dollar, on a bottle of vodka for tonight, and i guess it struck a nerve, like i had to squint my eyes, you can never get out, of the line of sight, like a barren winter day, or a patch of unburned green, like a tragic real dream, i guess it struck a nerve, every day i wander, in negative disposition, as i'm bombarded by superlatives, realizing very well that i am not alone, introverted, i look to tomorrow for salvation, but i'm thinking altruistically, and a wave of overwhelming doubt, turns me to stone, and i guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur to my heart, we just haven't got time, to crack the maze, like a magic speeding clock, or a cancer in our cells, a collision in the dark, i guess it struck a nerve, i try to close my eyes, but i cannot ignore the stimuli, if theres a purpose for us all, it remains a secret to me, don't ask me to justify my life

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Artist: bad religion