BOUNTY WITHOUT A NAME

Madmen on your trail

Your life is up for sale

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None may know your tale

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You see them everywhere

know them by the stare

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Tremors in the air

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Much to your acclaim

Your the renegade

A bounty without a name

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Much to your surprise

it's your life or mine

and it's your time to die

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Underneath the mask

shadows haunt your past

haunt you to the last

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There will be an end

to your secret suffering

The ghosts that you attend

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Much like you I see

The Dark Eventually

The dark for all must be

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Much to your acclaim

Your the renegade

A bounty without a name

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Much to your surprise

it's your life or mine

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And it's your time to die...

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Bounty Without A Name Copyright 2000 David E. Arhar

LIFE ETERNAL

There's only moments

no bitter end

life goes on

and suffering

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There's only motion

no calm or still

I can feel it coming

I know it will

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Is it time to self-destruct?

Is it time to self-destruct?

Give it time

we'll self-destruct

Is it time to self-destruct?

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Is it time to self-destruct?

Is it time to self-destruct?

Given time

we'll self- destruct

Is it time to self-destruct?

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There's only notions

no absolutes

no solutions

nothing proved

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There is no sustenance

no quarter for thirst

You can treat the sickness

but there is no cure

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Is it time to self-destruct?

Is it time to self-destruct?

Give it time

we'll self-destruct

Is it time to self-destruct?

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Is it time to self-destruct?

Is it time to self-destruct?

Given time

we'll self-destruct

Is it time to self destruct?

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Life Eternal Copyright 2000 David E. Arhar

THE GRAVEWORMS

Why do we fear the flesh and hide our eyes

warm above the earth

in which they writhe

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More like them it seems

each passing day

We can feel the light but cannot find our way

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They will have their time out in the sun

'till then they'll hold the door for everyone

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Take the meaning out of all these words

Make the world safe for the graveworms

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The horror was an angel before death

The guru kills beneath the bladed grass

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Just about the time I got ready to run

I saw myself inside a pine wood box

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They will have their time out in the sun

'till then they'll hold the door for everyone

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Take the meaning out of all these words

Make the world safe for the graveworms

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The Graveworms copyright 2000 David E. Arhar