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letra de weary midwest day - hunter brookbank

[verse 1]
weary midwest day i’ve fallen
down in ashes of my conscience
weary winter way has left me
tired of nothing, tired of something
soon the rays of light will scatter stains of gl-ss and i must ask
why in this broken palace i must sip this cup, this dusty chalice
birds of prey all haunt my gaze
i watch them rise and fall like days
in p-ssing that i’ve left to dissipate
hordes of people living, laughing
crying, spying, gaping, gasping
tears of time unleashed at last
to celebrate, commiserate
in the truth i come to find
i’ve sealed a strong and lifelong bind
that never in the day i’m given
will i greet the moon half risen
there are some who live for greed
for power, money, l-st, or weed
and there are some who find that
life is nothing more than state of mind

[bridge]
you will know in p-ssing time
that mirrors reflect nothing but the
rhyme you make with what you take
from pain and angry acts of hate
the kind that leave you twisting in your
sleep and when you wake you’ll know
to act in meditation you must
break the expectations made, so

[verse 2]
desecrate and consecrate the things you feel deserve their place
but know the world will not forget
the p-ssing person you replace
the weary midwest sun has taught me
years of life are always calling
back to tell me something i don’t know
words are falling out like endless
shivers in a listless rain
and we to sit amongst this downpour
peddling our hopes and dreams
he who seeks not what he finds
will know that life is state of mind
i say it twice but then again
the numbers are all predestined

[bridge]
you who live in molds of clay
your ashes will speak to the day
you die and leave your words behind
in scattered whisps of peoples minds
your image may not be so clear
if you decide to live in fear
of someone knowing more of you
than the last one to find a clue, but

[verse 3]
misery is nothing in the eyes of love
cuz you’re a made up something
and you’ve met your end again
but empathy and entropy go hand in hand
when life is like a
land with borders not yet
reprimanded by the leader’s orders
the weary midwest sun has risen
all of life is within your vision
when you seek not to predict
but only to react with quick
and precise wisdom and pure justice
you will meet eternal sustenance
if you seek not to hide
but let the world into your mind

- hunter brookbank

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