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Description
In the end the faces blur
lost behind the silhouette cast by God
lovers, best friends, and idols alike
All forming the concept

Lost in the waves of a hospital bedspread
listening to the A.M. radio
"There's a war going on Mr. Smith! Does this mean you need a cash advance?"
"And have you done all you can for the dying babies? They have fingers you know?"

Grasping the framed photo of his once 15 year old son
"So young. So naive... Do I still own you?"
"Where is Dorothy? For the love of God!"
"She said! She promised!"

"Your wife is dead," the nurse says walking in with her clip board
"It's been three years... three years... threeeee years..."
"Preposterous!"
The faces blur again.

He looks into the nurses eyes
Cool clear opals, with her thin pupils baptized in slate grey ocean
They walk again: the friends, the lovers: they dance
"The eyes of God," he swears, "The eyes of God..."

- blackout

Description
In the end the faces blur
lost behind the silhouette cast by God
lovers, best friends, and idols alike
All forming the concept

Lost in the waves of a hospital bedspread
listening to the A.M. radio
"There's a war going on Mr. Smith! Does this mean you need a cash advance?"
"And have you done all you can for the dying babies? They have fingers you know?"

Grasping the framed photo of his once 15 year old son
"So young. So naive... Do I still own you?"
"Where is Dorothy? For the love of God!"
"She said! She promised!"

"Your wife is dead," the nurse says walking in with her clip board
"It's been three years... three years... threeeee years..."
"Preposterous!"
The faces blur again.

He looks into the nurses eyes
Cool clear opals, with her thin pupils baptized in slate grey ocean
They walk again: the friends, the lovers: they dance
"The eyes of God," he swears, "The eyes of God..."

- blackout