Slave to an unknown master that would be obvious to guess<\/p>\n
They walk and walk, They Walk in Chains<\/p>\n
To someone other than themselves they wish to confess<\/p>\n
Everything to warrant such great Pains<\/p>\n
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Somewhere within them there is a desire, a hope<\/p>\n
But to them hope is a stain upon their clothes<\/p>\n
That should be scrubbed clean<\/p>\n
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Eyes to the clouds, they desperately try to catch an impossible fish<\/p>\n
They walk and walk, They Walk in Chains<\/p>\n
An illusion of someone who can grant their desired wish<\/p>\n
Created out of the sky salvation is what the fish feigns<\/p>\n
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Resolute in the falseness of their newfound forgiveness<\/p>\n
They greet the afterlife with open arms and smiles<\/p>\n
But in this place the fact still holds true<\/p>\n
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They walk and walk, They Walk in Chains<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nick Phelps Slave to an unknown master that would be obvious to guess They walk and walk, They Walk in Chains To someone other than themselves they wish to confess Everything to warrant such great Pains Somewhere within them there is a desire, a hope But to them hope is a stain upon their… <\/p>\n