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A small wooden cross
The fragile and silent reminder
Of innocence lost
Now gathering dust in a room
That time has forgotten

Too many ifs
And too many questions
To any given answer
Too many why's
And too little reason
You stumble and you fall
Feeling nothing at all

Everything looks fine in this neighbourhood
The streets are clean and life is good
There's a school and several stores
The big bad world seems far away
In the park where all the children play
Their mimicry of wars

And who's to tell
Which house was built
With mortar of mercy and guilt
What stone would hide the poisoned well
The day before the angels fell

In this city of steel
The skin feels like melted down iron
Where guns are for real
And love's just a deal on the street
No one cares to remember

Too many ifs
And too many questions
To any given answer
Too many why's
And too little reason
With your head against the wall
You're going nowhere at all

He's a plastic man
With a drastic plan
He's got a wife and three kids
He's a bore, she's a bitch
Got a job that sucks
Selling carpets and rugs
That nobody wants to buy

Now plastic man's
Got a fictional friend
With a fictional face
But a deadly embrace
That he's felt before
So he locks the door
And he's gonna cast the die

There's no way out
There's no way back
If the glass will show
Just a hairline crack
He'll be watching bullets fly

But plastic man
Overplayed his hand
He's got to raise the stakes
Or slam on the brakes
He's got a busy mind
That's working overtime
Between the cheater and the lie

There's no way out
There's no way back
He's got to bend down low
With the killer in his eye

Love and manipulation
Are two different doors
Both will promise salvationv But in different floors

To avoid confrontation
There's a thin line of trust
Such a weak separation
When the line's drawn by lust

Breaking every connection
To the child he once was
When his only protection
Was a small wooden cross

Something has changed in the neighbourhood
Where the streets were clean and life was good
They've closed the school and stores
The big bad world has found its way
To the park, where children used to play
That now are kept indoors
The papers sell
Their tales of grief
Claiming anger and sheer disbelief
About the man they thought they knew so well
The day before the angels fell

In this city of glass
The heart's tied to strings of desire
To memories passed
To secrets amassed in the house
That time had forgotten

But too many ifs
And too many questions
To any given answer
Too many why's
And too little reason
For dreams beyond recall
Once and for all

Look at the father
Look at the son
If one is the other
Thy will be done

The story no one lived to tell
About the day the angels fell...

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