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Howard Jones

Brutality Of Fact

 

Brutality Of Fact


A life of trouble has followed through
Disfiguring your potential to
I've seen your lifeline go out to you
Sidestepping a convention

But you always managed to find a way
To avoid what the negative people say
The sun will shine on a brighter day
When you stick to your own intention

Failing hardly seemed to bother you
Winning was a compliment to failure

A waking Earth is calling you
The primal night begins it's spell
Here comes the torment that eats inside
Distortion of those who wish you well

The call is strong but how can you hear
Receivers dead, the transmissions clear
The Moon will rise in your finest hour
Lighting our redemption

Caught in perversion of our Human life
Fall in confusion born of sacrifice

But you always managed to find a way
To avoid what the negative people say
The sun will shine on a brighter day
When you stick to your own intention

Failing hardly seems to bother you
Winning was a compliment to failure
Failure!

Failing hardly seemed to bother you
Winning was a compliment to failure
Failure!

A hedonist life beckoned

Bodies of great beauty could not surrender
Rationality fading in an azurite mist
The security of sensation

A stoic harlequin half-smiled
His spirit already in mortgage
Finding no consolation in the brutality of fact

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