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J Church lyrics : "At The Crossroads Of Hell"

A story told in six parts,
Ronin with a baby cart,
When you stand at the crossroads of hell,

There's no need to tell,
Sleep is just a state of mind,
We are dying all the time,

Long ago a choice was made to live for the grave

Everything is quiet out in the country,

It's the sound of passing time

Silence isn't conservation,

It's a respectful tone,
When it's reciprocated there's nothing anymore,
A Buddhist kills his Master,

This is not aggression,
Enlightened to mortality,
Transcend the cult of one


To truly honor him you must attempt on his life,
He's waiting for a sign




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