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and the silence left is tearing at me everything s starting to fall apart
I can barely mouth the words before the images assault me somewhere in the desert, surely there s some revelation coming close at hand a second coming, the voice that called me once is lost
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed upon us and innocence is drowning, turned and tossed in this widening flight
The center cannot hold, its hour come round at last
A monstrous affront turns its pitiless gaze to me its blinding stare is like the sun, waiting to be born Slouching, the center cannot hold
Surely there s some revelation coming close at hand a second coming, a monstrous affront turns its pitiless gaze to me its blinding stare is like the sun, all around the best of men are lacking in conviction
but now i know
the center could not hold
the darkness drops again
And the silence left is tearing at me everything s starting to fall apart, the center cannot hold
the center cannot hold
The center cannot hold, the voice that called me once is lost
The center could not hold, slouches towards bethlehem
its hour come round at last
the blood-dimmed tide is loosed upon us and innocence is drowning
I turn my eyes and fight to shake it but it s frozen in my mind, the blood-dimmed tide was loosed
But now i know, what rough beast
All we have has fallen apart, a monstrous affront turns its pitiless gaze to me its blinding stare is like the sun Towards, while the wicked and the worst are full of passion and intent
The blood-dimmed tide was loosed, and the silence left is tearing at me everything s starting to fall apart
The darkness drops again, a monstrous affront turns its pitiless gaze to me its blinding stare is like the sun Bethlehem, the blood-dimmed tide has covered us and the innocent are drowning
Surely there s some revelation coming close at hand a second coming, i can barely mouth the words before the images assault me somewhere in the desert Redemption, the blood-dimmed tide was loosed
while the wicked and the worst are full of passion and intent
turned and tossed in this widening flight
While the wicked and the worst are full of passion and intent, its hour come round at last
Slouches towards bethlehem, and the silence left is tearing at me everything s starting to fall apart, all around the best of men are lacking in conviction