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01-04-02, 11:21 PM
The Town
by Norm Hart (AMC)
Keystrokes unlock the gates to this little town
Fingers in chests of the ones who can only defend
The melting pot for the sides that involve the big news
The judging of others fate whenever thier lives may end
The ummah has open gates
But could it be for the worse
Her purpose of good intent
But beating a dead horse
The goals of the wicked and holy are alike
But anger just clouds the way to achieve
Ever since the twins caved in on the world
Theres been doubt about who to belive
He winces then turns on the dial
On a TV set three decades old
The subtitiles shine on the screen from right to left
This angry man then is sold
His friend on the other side of the rock
Wide screen and they speak of murder
They tell him that they can kill who they want
But they are never going to hurt her
Theres grey clouds in the desert but there's no rain
It's looked like this for centuries
How the books preach the peace and the calm
But is ignored is a greater mystery
The ummah has open gates
But could it be for the worse
Her purpose of good intent
But beating a dead horse
The few who keep beating the confused with a dove
The many who won't let the words sink in
It's no longer apparantly a curable state
Nolonger about peace, it's about who will win.
The earth will forsake the ummah
Unless her spirit is saved
The earth will forsake both our nations
Unless our spirits are saved
by Norm Hart (AMC)
Keystrokes unlock the gates to this little town
Fingers in chests of the ones who can only defend
The melting pot for the sides that involve the big news
The judging of others fate whenever thier lives may end
The ummah has open gates
But could it be for the worse
Her purpose of good intent
But beating a dead horse
The goals of the wicked and holy are alike
But anger just clouds the way to achieve
Ever since the twins caved in on the world
Theres been doubt about who to belive
He winces then turns on the dial
On a TV set three decades old
The subtitiles shine on the screen from right to left
This angry man then is sold
His friend on the other side of the rock
Wide screen and they speak of murder
They tell him that they can kill who they want
But they are never going to hurt her
Theres grey clouds in the desert but there's no rain
It's looked like this for centuries
How the books preach the peace and the calm
But is ignored is a greater mystery
The ummah has open gates
But could it be for the worse
Her purpose of good intent
But beating a dead horse
The few who keep beating the confused with a dove
The many who won't let the words sink in
It's no longer apparantly a curable state
Nolonger about peace, it's about who will win.
The earth will forsake the ummah
Unless her spirit is saved
The earth will forsake both our nations
Unless our spirits are saved