Selling the drama


And to love a God
And to fear a flame
And to burn a crowd that has a name

And to right or wrong
And to weak or strong
It's known, just scream it from the wall

I've witted, I've walked, I've read
I've talked, I know, I know
I've been here before

Hey, now we won't be raped
Hey, now we won't be stared like that

It's the snow that burns
It's the wheel that turns
It's the way we sing that makes one dream

And to Christ a cross
And to me a chair
I will sit and earn fansome from here

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