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Red
03:43
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Good God, get me out of this trance.
How many lives have I been here doin this dance?
It feels as though I've been on top of the world
But really though, I've been staring down this same black hole...
God,
Damn all these red devils that want to eat my soul
and all of these people that think that they're holy
but they in it for gold
They don't know what they've opened up...
We're on Earth and we don't know what it's worth.
Indians cursed our soul and now it's Hell on Earth.
Fallen angels rain on from the sky
God had gone insane
We jus waitin to die....
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Purple
07:08
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Can't stop the ghost in my head from telling me to kill myself. Given visions of the end of the world, every day my mind is reeling in Hell. I have seen the rain in my eye. I have seen a haze when the bad souls arise. The head is heavy when the heart cries as I've forgiven a black hole of light.
Deepest blue, the darkest red...
Confusion has a way with time. Every year we're growing more and more blind. There's a drop of truth amidst all the lies. There's a fine line between dead and alive.
I don't know when I've got to go, I only know that God only knows that life is hard sometimes too hard to cope, but there ain't no hope at the end of that rope.
Deepest blue, the darkest red....
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Blue
06:20
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I walk alone
on this road of mine
all the trees have grown
o so soon my time
when I awaken
to the sound of my heart breaking
I can't help but close my eyes
and think how long I've waited....
Her blue eyes
Her spirit touches my skin
O those blue nights
When the spell asks me to sin
The muse of my life
I can't tell which world ya in
The ruse in the light
I can't tell which world ya in
Would it be crazy to search for my dream lady in a world slowly fading?
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BrotherMak Montclair, New Jersey
Max "The Mak" McMahon is Brother Mak and he is here to give you the funk, speak to your soul, make love to the women, and fly that freak flag high and proud.
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