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It'll Be Mourning: Featuring John Gregsak

]I wish that I could turn back time
maybe all of the roses would come back to life
inside my field of passion, I let myself go
it’s time to stop smoking pot and get on the road
i’m sick of all these people that I don’t even know
my parents won’t talk to me, i’m all out of batteries 
feel like i’ve been eating Ramón noodles for a century 
and couldn’t even reach heaven from the tips of my toes
i’m just a ghost searching for a place to call home
I’ve spent to many sleepless nights calling out for my soul 
in the depths of comotion,
will you please say words that calm down my ocean,
i’m simply asking for a moment, 
before I loose all that I have ever known 
opportunities birds have already flown
I find myself in tears when I pick up the phone
please give me words in a kind tone 

I guess I miss the scent of love,
where did I go, I don’t know
when did sunshine turn to snow
all the years roll by, time just flys
away away, 
I’m not proud of what I became 
I just wish I could turn time 
for an instant

I miss the days where all that mattered was gabriella 
and all letters weren’t directly returned to sender 
when every promise didn’t feel like such an endeavor 
peace back then had the opportunity to go on forever 
but it didn’t, and I should have known it wouldn’t 
I guess I payed admission, bought a first class ticket 
to watch everything I love turn to ash in an instant 
and by the grace of god I know I should have listened 
to you, to her, to all of the cadavers 
that sleep in the wake of this plastard bastard
i’ll put all I own on the top of this dashboard 
if you give me a passport,
and send me to a place that knows balance 
I know this town won’t take notice of my absance 
cause at some point in the halls of this mansion
the devil grabbed me with his talons 
and in timley fashion and tossed my common sense 
off the edge in to the primordial drift 

These days I get lonley 
it’s simply a condition
to the contract I signed, 
in a state of remission 
in the name of tradition
in the absense of cognition
I will put on a rendition
of an epic defeat, 
so please hand me a gavel 
and let me concede, 
I’m aware that the excuses are facile 
so, let me hand over the air that I breathe
i’m to tired to write down the words that I sing
just believe, with me, that one day this will all be okay 
that my mind will turn into an umbrella, rain please go away, 
within a state of change 
till then I will sit on this stage,
 shouting out to love ones that recently went estrange 
cause I couldn’t behave, and helps far out of range 
the lions I tamed, got loose from their cage, 
I guess this is karma's ugly hand of fate
pulling at puppet strings I thought faded away

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