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Night falls on an empty parking lot behind the world's back door

the homeless cry beneath the sky, as night time falls once more

the homeless cry their endless cry, their anger and hatred of fate

which led them to be living here, trapped behind hell's gate

the homeless hell is only one of many stages seen

behind the scenes of wise men's dreams and all that spew from screen to screen

the screens of time itself are showing, take your seats, the show begins

five minutes left they finally cry, five minutes till it ends

we all are born and we all die, or so the story goes

Where do we go, what do we do, no one really knows

no one knows the legacy that lives in the Homeless' eyes

no one sees the glory behind all that they despise

but glory to glory and ashes to ashes, dust to dust it all goes awry

we care not of what we do not know, we care not of what nor why

Why would we care for what we know not, if it affects us day to day

they why unknown does it remain, and why unknown shall it stay

we go on with our day to day, working and playing as mice and men

we live to die and die to live, just to do it all again