Is this the New Year or just another night?
Is this the new fear or just another fright?
Is this the new tear or just another desperation?
Is this the finger or just another fist?
Is this the Kingdom or just a hit n' miss?
A misdirection, most in all this desperation
Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?
Does justice never find you?
Do the wicked never lose?
Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues?
Let it go, let it go...open up your fist, this foreign world.
It doesn't hold my interest, and it doesn't hold my soul.
Let it go.
Today, it rains is Los Angeles.
The sky will open, and reign.
It will pour, rich with irony.
Poor people, poor situations.
poor mistakes, and poor decisions.
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