Mark Sinnis Lyrics
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Hills Of Decline
Ride through the darkness
Through the madness in your mind
Through all that life hands us
Look for what little shelter you can find
In a world that's spinning faster
I keep running after that elusive thing
That all of us keep chasing
The broken remnants of an American dream
Feel it slip from your grasp
Slipping by fast
The hands of time
I keep trying to hold them
I try to slow them
If only in my mind
New age politician
Modern magician
Mouth full of lies
We cling to all they sell us
The garden is fruitless
And full of vines
Ride on through the darkness
The darkened mountains
Hills of decline
Through the madness in your mind
Through all that life hands us
Look for what little shelter you can find
In a world that's spinning faster
I keep running after that elusive thing
That all of us keep chasing
The broken remnants of an American dream
Feel it slip from your grasp
Slipping by fast
The hands of time
I keep trying to hold them
I try to slow them
If only in my mind
New age politician
Modern magician
Mouth full of lies
We cling to all they sell us
The garden is fruitless
And full of vines
Ride on through the darkness
The darkened mountains
Hills of decline