Holy Mountain from South America by The Anatomy of Frank

oh my friend, I guess I knew you well
though after all the silence, I found it hard to tell
with all the hours in the van
in every corner of the land

holy mountain, you made us speak in tongues
your valleys flow with bloodshed, scaring everyone
and your shadow blocks the sun
everywhere we try to run

did I make you feel abused?
did I make you feel tired?
after all the changes I imposed
it’d be worse than death
to hear the tempo of your breath
and the machines that moved your chest up and down
up and down

lonely mountain, to help you greet the end
cause the cure tempts with numbness just around the bend
and all that’s left of you, in time
would be a drive safely sign
and wrinkled eyes

and my friend, I am lucky to have known you
and it’s not the perfect love that I have shown you
but nobody could have ever known to warn you

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