Bruised But Not Broken - A Starving Clock Comes Back for Seconds

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My son, My son
Come, let’s prepare you for greatness
Follow the ones that deplete lesser’s patients
Oh, My son, your streets are paved with gold
I’m standing right by your side
This invisible force can’t keep you in its clutches
Bound by denial, hatred, and love!
And those who proclaim have become the scapegoats
(We are the… We are the…)
We are the flood!
And this could be something more
And this could be what our eyes are searching for
And this could be a way out alive
Tell me can’t you see what is blind?
Now your voice fills with smoke
But this palace can’t be silenced by the ashes (By the ashes)
Don’t let the past and useless details define and choke your existence
Perverted sense of peace and grace; relentless measure
And you will bury yourself inside relentless pleasure