Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Liver The hour has come It reaches out for you Razor sharp claws, they cut at you Lifes desire starts to ebe away Nothing left, time to pass away Wicked desires bound you tight Nothings left for you, lost lives Young boy reaching for the knives Wasted youth grown to soon Not a man not yet soon Never more only closed doors Time starts its passing Oputunities are vanishing The angels splendid hand Rests on this cursed land Grateful Dead - iMPERiAL' 94
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