Bill Cody
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Anarchy Is a State of Mind
You know how madness creeps into the night, slips around yesterday's door to memory, leaves you terrified of consequences & what was left behind
by ageless reason, circumstance leads to accidental lapses & you scream at changes in the sea.
You wave, to the wind for a sunset of gold & amethyst, sing rainbows of the moon in time. While the seasons turn upon themselves you grow stiffly old.
In a pre-fabricated dance you're humming out of tune.
If You Stop, to See How Youre Doing (Something Happens
You can raise the dead, make yr walls crumble. (Now! the towers give way, tumble like the sky runs before a storm) You talk long enough, youll join yr own song. Sure you can raise the dead-- Dont hesitate, but watch what youre making. How it moves without you
