.Oily river, running deep, dirty water racing through the city streets, swollen gutters, summer storms, walking wounded stand to in another dawn,
Marching in silence one eye on the time one eye on the madness around them,
They don't know they're blind,
His mind on the trigger, he picks up a .
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