The middle of the baseball field
Saw shields of weeds
With a solemn patch of man
A random to most but a man nonetheless
It takes a 1000 mosquito bites for the walkabouts of crowd
To corner the former coroner
They don't remember the random's previous role
Thus a burial was set to stone
The power wasn't visible, thus wasn't the man
The bites of the mites brought the eyes he deserved
Now perceived he was, but not with kindred
Where shall a humble hand await?
Say, it's not too late for rain to wash vengefulness
The humble hand makes their bed and reaches past the riches
Over said the myth of a selfless grace climbing past the fences
Brother, it wasn't a matter of breaking out but breaking in
Ego gates that put the rich and poor to shame
Orestes Pluto - Myth of a Selfless Grace Lyrics
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The middle of the baseball field
Saw shields of weeds
With a solemn patch of man
A random to most but a man nonetheless
It takes a 1000 mosquito bites for the walkabouts of crowd
To corner the former coroner
They don't remember the random's previous role
Thus a burial was set to stone
The power wasn't visible, thus wasn't the man
The bites of the mites brought the eyes he deserved
Now perceived he was, but not with kindred
Where shall a humble hand await?
Say, it's not too late for rain to wash vengefulness
The humble hand makes their bed and reaches past the riches
Over said the myth of a selfless grace climbing past the fences
Brother, it wasn't a matter of breaking out but breaking in
Ego gates that put the rich and poor to shame
Saw shields of weeds
With a solemn patch of man
A random to most but a man nonetheless
It takes a 1000 mosquito bites for the walkabouts of crowd
To corner the former coroner
They don't remember the random's previous role
Thus a burial was set to stone
The power wasn't visible, thus wasn't the man
The bites of the mites brought the eyes he deserved
Now perceived he was, but not with kindred
Where shall a humble hand await?
Say, it's not too late for rain to wash vengefulness
The humble hand makes their bed and reaches past the riches
Over said the myth of a selfless grace climbing past the fences
Brother, it wasn't a matter of breaking out but breaking in
Ego gates that put the rich and poor to shame
Writer: Orestes Pluto
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