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“Passover” – Joy Division

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This is a crisis I knew had to come, 
Destroying the balance I'd kept. 
Doubting, unsettling and turning around, 
Wondering what will come next. 
Is this the role that you wanted to live?
I was foolish to ask for so much. 
Without the protection and infancy's guard, 
It all falls apart at first touch.

Watching the reel as it comes to a close, 
Brutally taking its time,
People who change for no reason at all, 
It's happening all of the time. 
Can I go on with this train of events?
Disturbing and purging my mind, 
Back out of my duties, when all's said and done, 
I know that I'll lose every time.

Moving along in our God-given ways, 
Safety is sat by the fire, 
Sanctuary from these feverish smiles, 
Left with a mark on the door, 
Is this the gift that I wanted to give?
Forgive and forget's what they teach, 
Or pass through the deserts and wastelands once more, 
And watch as they drop by the beach. 
This is a crisis I knew had to come, 
Destroying the balance I'd kept, 
Turning around to the next set of lives, 
Wondering what will come next.


 


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