Album: Public Radio
welcome to the wasteland of changed plans
where everything just fell through
welcome to the racetrack strewn with the broken backs
of men who just weren't strong enough
so lay your head upon this pillow
i'll be here if you want to sleep
i know you're tired of being alone
you'll be safe with me
welcome to the graveyard where the hollow people are
whose bodies smell of the earth
i can see the toothless grins of them skeletons that haunt you in the dark
welcome to the graceland of clean hands
where God has set us free
from all them empty,useless,vile things that once was attached to me
and i can see the cold hard chains nailed to a tree you set me free
and i can feel the warmth of His blood as i run through the stream
then my alarm clock rings
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