Poets Turmoil No. 364
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โฑ๏ธ 2:54 duration
๐ ID: 5144746
๐ Lyrics
Keep me back in the real world
From which we try to run
Music and words don't mean anything
Through the barrel of a gun
A poem cannot heal a wound
Books won't help you find
That something which you're searching for
But just add questions to the mind
Tell me now in black and white
What you're supposed to do
When fists and knives and boots and sticks
Come raining down on you
A painted picture on a wall
Can't justify a life
When the weak and poor cannot escape
Their ugliness and strife
The actor is a bridge of words
Leading us to nowhere
Dressed in costumes to disguise
The reality of despair
The poets turmoil strikes again
As once more words they fail me
Another bomb has just supplied
The cross on which to nail me
From which we try to run
Music and words don't mean anything
Through the barrel of a gun
A poem cannot heal a wound
Books won't help you find
That something which you're searching for
But just add questions to the mind
Tell me now in black and white
What you're supposed to do
When fists and knives and boots and sticks
Come raining down on you
A painted picture on a wall
Can't justify a life
When the weak and poor cannot escape
Their ugliness and strife
The actor is a bridge of words
Leading us to nowhere
Dressed in costumes to disguise
The reality of despair
The poets turmoil strikes again
As once more words they fail me
Another bomb has just supplied
The cross on which to nail me
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:37.83] Keep me back in the real world
[00:40.11] From which we try to run
[00:42.79] Music and words don't mean anything
[00:44.91] Through the barrel of a gun
[00:47.13] A poem cannot heal a wound
[00:49.97] Books won't help you find
[00:51.95] That something which you're searching for
[00:54.52] But just add questions to the mind
[01:06.62] Tell me now in black and white
[01:09.08] What you're supposed to do
[01:11.50] When fists and knives and boots and sticks
[01:13.70] Come raining down on you
[01:16.34] A painted picture on a wall
[01:18.77] Can't justify a life
[01:20.96] When the weak and poor cannot escape
[01:23.59] Their ugliness and strife
[01:35.82] The actor is a bridge of words
[01:38.28] Leading us to nowhere
[01:40.88] Dressed in costumes to disguise
[01:43.06] The reality of despair
[01:45.63] The poets turmoil strikes again
[01:47.93] As once more words they fail me
[01:50.34] Another bomb has just supplied
[01:52.97] The cross on which to nail me
[01:55.35]
[00:40.11] From which we try to run
[00:42.79] Music and words don't mean anything
[00:44.91] Through the barrel of a gun
[00:47.13] A poem cannot heal a wound
[00:49.97] Books won't help you find
[00:51.95] That something which you're searching for
[00:54.52] But just add questions to the mind
[01:06.62] Tell me now in black and white
[01:09.08] What you're supposed to do
[01:11.50] When fists and knives and boots and sticks
[01:13.70] Come raining down on you
[01:16.34] A painted picture on a wall
[01:18.77] Can't justify a life
[01:20.96] When the weak and poor cannot escape
[01:23.59] Their ugliness and strife
[01:35.82] The actor is a bridge of words
[01:38.28] Leading us to nowhere
[01:40.88] Dressed in costumes to disguise
[01:43.06] The reality of despair
[01:45.63] The poets turmoil strikes again
[01:47.93] As once more words they fail me
[01:50.34] Another bomb has just supplied
[01:52.97] The cross on which to nail me
[01:55.35]