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letra de the parish - gram

this used to be a parish for all kind of folk
but nowadays we isolate ourselves
we used to welcome all of those we didn’t know

but nowadays we shun those seeking help
i can’t help but feel like i should take the blame
flip through articles and see someone exerting pain
i wonder what i could’ve done
if i could stop the flow of blood

these doors used to be open
welcoming to those who are stuck in thoughts
to comfort all the stress that’s among the young
with stomach ache enough please the porcelain god
we used to welcome all now we welcome none
now it’s all about the ego
another free throw for the malice in our clique
all the love that i see go
i’m having hope we won’t divide within our kin
though i still hear what’s meant to be secret
this strange paranoia that lives in this village
this image i’ve had of how once we would live
is contorted i thought we were those who forgive
but i guess we do not
never stretch out a hand
all these doors are closed shut
we live on private land

this used to be a parish for all kind of folk
but nowadays we isolate ourselves
we used to welcome all of those we didn’t know
but nowadays we shun those seeking help
i can’t help but feel like i should take the blame
flip through articles and see someone exerting pain
i wonder what i could’ve done
if i could stop the flow of blood

or be a cushion to their pain
we do not know the reason for way that they behave
they say a village raise a child
yet no one takes the burden we lose these juveniles
i see teachers being torn over students that they’ve lost
if we could spare another life compassion’s worth the cost
still in this society no one connects the dots
how salaries of teachers might as well just be the cause
to the suffering we see these young ones feel
they think that the solution must revolve them gripping steel
yet we keep on dividing folk and know it makes me worry
i’m adamant in thinking that this parish should show mercy
but i guess we do not
never stretch out a hand
all these doors are closed shut
we live on private land

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