Gon - Art Of Absence (Second Story) lyrics

[Verse 1: Gon] Dear sir, I cannot state your name Cause I'm afraid the regime might find the place you stay And it remains the same I mean the law from the labor pains To now, till the day they came and took you from me Or when I heard the good news You did it like a crook do And pushed through running Keep running The family wish they could do something They've been banning every book You've published. We love it And it's been 25 Years since the day And I'm aging and maybe it's cause I miss your eyes I have since turned blind but I picture my Little son with his sons and their sisters Why do they ask about Ibrahim? Last time the kids had seen him He was fixing a car for his dad went to Tripoli So stop worrying it's only been a week He isn't missing, he's-- Oh who am I kidding? We're [Hook] Dying, too keep you from this pain Are you crying? You know that I'm to blame And I miss you. But it's over now [Verse 2: Gon] Dear ma'am, I cannot state your name Cause I'm afraid the regime might raid the place you stay But it stays the same I mean the vacant space That had formed in the hearts since the day They came and took me from you It could be the good keep humble While crooks sleep in good deep slumber And every line I wrote in books speaks subtle I'd much rather find a foe to put these guns to Trigger pull and put these slugs through For everything they've put these sons through Good grief! undo This regime is obscene Twisted wicked greed, sickening grief Living (?) prison Ibrahim's missing Wish that I could knock his block off Just for (?) all wrong. Call me Lost Dog You'll be Bits n' Kibbles Difference is: He relies on fear which is all gone And we're relying on God when we lift a pistol [Hook] Dying, too keep you from this pain Are you crying? You know that I'm to blame And I miss you. But it's over now [Verse 3: Gon] 2-1-7 The proof of the truth unquestioned It's fuel and the fuel runs engines Devil's melting smells like metal (?) Men in yellow helmets Failed to get us helpless, please This is Libya, clips & guns giving us Power back, cowards ran, our flag lift it up! You say to stop sending NATO when we fall here See if you can offer the patience and the dark air Just pontificating in an armchair There is no articulating in the cross-hairs There is only God, our grace and our cause here So if you want a part you can play then come and walk here Or rip a heart bare, show us that you all share A call to oust them, shout it louder keep the jaw clear Words we don't want here: War-torn, Desolate, 1984 Orwellian Rebellion [Hook] Dying, too keep you from this pain Are you crying? You know that I'm to blame And I miss you. But it's over now