Reason never seems to come to guilty men
Things that meant so much mean nothing in the end
That function is dysfunction and to hide the truth
Distracted by their faith, ignoring every proof
A bicycle
A garden wall
A mother’s call
A love is born
And after all, the sleet that falls on me
In this city there are these who'd live alone
wreckage
world
truth
there
their
sleet
seems
remember
proof
twilight
nothing
mother
ignoring
ignore
homes
cause
crawl
meant
function
after
every
brings
behind
these
never
child
things
alone
among
distracted
dysfunction
reason
everything
falls
decline
faith
bicycle
garden
gloom
close
guilty
hiding
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