I’m the flame and smokeMy soul’s about to ashMy heart stone coldBlacker than coalThick as a gash I put the blame beholdOn the one who asksSell your soul for buckets of doughC-notes and cash I failed to feel the touchOf an honest hand —My skin it grows old embezzled with goldTrembling sand So I ask myself —Do I make a stand with the one, who guarantees a path to the promised land?
-Soroosh Shahrivar
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