Your pale face, your fixed look.
Your rough hands, of a coloured man.
This quiet place, this peaceful time.
See their faces, see the coming crime.
Your in valid mind, your invalid mind,
Of no other kind, you never knew,
What you started to do.
Frustration all weekdays,
No love, no fun.
The act is done now,
I have to come.
Writer(s): Dirk Riegner
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