Stranded on the corner:
The consciousness is left behind
The motives of unbridled stares can hide
The depths of our ignition
Keeps the lighting red and bright
Carrying the flames of gold, justified
When the hands of time are swirling
The wonder's creeping up
Solutions come, solutions go . . .
Order of the moment and the wounds of this begin
The power of the grander makes me remember again
Balance is scripture
Chaos is rapture
Following the stammers breeds my sin
Papers on the carpet
Bleeding like an exit sign
I'll snap out the meaning on my hands
Psychotic keeps its distance
Mental gaps are left behind
Caring for the greatness can expand
When the tongues are all moving
The turmoil stakes an end
Excuses come, excuses go . . .
Order of the moment and the wounds of this begin
The power of the grander makes me remember again
Balance is scripture
Chaos is rapture
Following the stammers breeds my sin
The skins of drums are pulsing
The beats are ringing loud
Keep the rhythms up, keep them around
The passions take advantage
Of standing in the way
The voices and the borders walk in fear
Intimidation's calling
To the setting day
The knowledge of our blaming's drawing near
When distractions keep the safety
The glory holds us still
Persons come, persons go . . .
Order of the moment and the wounds of this begin
The power of the grander makes me remember again
Balance is scripture
Chaos is rapture
Following the stammers breeds my sin
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