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His voice broke freedom into black ravens of the night,
Stuck-up youth walking in the wake of a haunting vision,
The gang of love, heartache... so loud they slurred their abuse,
The savage dogs bark to the darkness of your insanity, letting it loose.

Drums,
    |       The march of our generation is rumbling,
    |       There's a storm of young lust, brewing in your mind,
    :
    :
    .                   Heartbeat failing like a seasonal death,
    .              Is there anyone weeping on your lonely grave?
    .
    .....
             
              
              Silence.
                          So peaceful, in the gleaming tides of the golden beach,
                          Yet so tense in the human haze.