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Flying from a mountain top

He sees the world below

Don't question authority

It's not for you to know

He'll rise up from the ocean's floor

And grasp you by the hand

Through the center of the sky

A far and distant land

Turmoil in the dead of night

Get your fix, it will turn out right

Crashing down, you cannot find

the only friend to ease your mind

Hear me calling

On the streets, this side of Hell

Alley's dark and creatures fell

Still you trudge along their path

If you stray, they'll seduce their wrath

Hear me calling

On the run, you cannot hide

from the thorn burning in your side

Ease your pain, the way is clear

Hold on, the end is near

Hear me calling

Your life is in ruins

Syringe is in hand

Despite all your sorrow

you might understand

The troubles you face

can be dealt without

the use of the copouts

of someone in doubt