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When the Door Closes
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Things happened, but can we ask why?
They just did in the name of gods.
In the name of angels and devils.
The names of rivers and oceans, without knowing a tide.
Names of codes of rebels tooken down a notch to levels of the sun and moon.
Washing tides in danger of drowning those who fall out and then in.
Breathing like they did when they were born.

Hunting down the devils of time with a auto-matic self-sustaining rifle.
From my ground, which is just down that hall, protecting all I know.
Don't request how I am.
Looking to the positive;
At least its another time with no evil.
Don't think that I have forgotten.
The quiet serenity.
Don't worry your not the only one lost right now.
Look and take a sip of what is in your glass.

Maybe you can feel better now, watch it burn to pyroclastic masses of heat and fume.
The pilot humming as his plane burns down.
Rain crumbling to dust against the flames as this plane falls from heaven to earth in a flurry.
Which is where I want to be; not standing out in space.
It's the art I've been perfecting, the art of making away with your five good intentions.
Crawling in your hole and feeling your way to the hollow.
As my world caves into your cave of your own;

Colliding in a big fury.
The explosion of dusts and clouds, with several intoxicating lights.
I guessed your smile and your heart.
Memorised your words in the life of something I was spoken for.
In the explosion of color it was damp and so bright.
Several eminating sounds, the key to the door in your mind's eye.
We painted the picture in your head, and we found that it came out more than great;
It came out alright.

That plane was being taken apart, screw by screw and piece by piece.
And all that was left was the frame as they took a picture that went further in than deep.
The pilot singing his song, not making a single peep.
Questioning his tune as he heard the message beep.
If he woke up in his life he would know that he had no home.
As angels took his plane apart and the pieces flew to earth.
To great us with holes in statues and made the pictures move.

They came to destroy the earth.
With me standing here, they might come through me first.
I'll stall all I can, but I know million people ain't escapin'.
Ima live til' the day I started.
And bring you a rose or two million.
Say I love you and then wander off into the desert to die.
Like it was all meant to be like that.
Afterall we gotta go through you first.