Wild and on the edge,Simple, soft and shy,Unaware of the coming storm,Truth found in the lie.Fun in foreign lands,A man as sweet as honey,Sweeps you off your feet,His intentions not so sunny.Sirens wailing, guns are drawn,Your radiance now gone,Fine white china, packed in bags,Bars before the dawn.Coercion at its finest,A statement signed in vain,What you'd give to take it back,And be safe at home again.But only one shall go,The ache of sacrifice,Giving all you have,No matter what the price.Just what would you give,To free your oldest friend ,Would you offer up your life,No matter what your end?The world is just not safe,It's drenched with spite and malice,You can see it much more clearly,From the dark of brokedown palace.มิถุนายน ๑๕, ๒๕๕๐
FroM thE dArk oF BroKedowN palacE
Wild and on the edge,Simple, soft and shy,Unaware of the coming storm,Truth found in the lie.Fun in foreign lands,A man as sweet as honey,Sweeps you off your feet,His intentions not so sunny.Sirens wailing, guns are drawn,Your radiance now gone,Fine white china, packed in bags,Bars before the dawn.Coercion at its finest,A statement signed in vain,What you'd give to take it back,And be safe at home again.But only one shall go,The ache of sacrifice,Giving all you have,No matter what the price.Just what would you give,To free your oldest friend ,Would you offer up your life,No matter what your end?The world is just not safe,It's drenched with spite and malice,You can see it much more clearly,From the dark of brokedown palace.
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