The Fires of Dusk

"Here come greetings from the fires of dusk
From all the places you never dared to walk
You never saw the silent battle zones
beneath your tyres and beyond your gardens

Was born a walker
Into this world I walk

And whats to miss about the ol' ball and chains
imaginary top of the food chain ways
I found more truth in a cheap bottle of wine
I found more life by a burning barrel

Was born a walker
And so away I walk
Was born a walker
And in this world I stalk

Run my friend
If you think you are free
duck my friend, and cover
If you think you are safe

Here come greetings from the fires of dusk
from all the thoughts you'll never dare to think
from all the choices you'll never dare to make
just a postcard from groundlevel and below"

Postcard
The Opiates, 2002
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