The Old Story

Owo pupa, O wo aso dudu
Oju fun fun, Oso kun morun

Every night, tormented by apparitions,
In forms that moved like an ancient masquerade,
Bloodied vizards whisper: ""These are not delusions, No...
Just the just deserts of past deeds that overstayed""
I Hear them cry

We don't do scot free.
No checking out, doubting what will be
The dance presages all of we
Cursed generations will repeat
till in lock step with history's beat...
We'll tell the old story:

Owo pupa, O wo aso dudu
Oju fun fun, Oso kun morun

As I dim his lights, they shine a dawning,
This promised land of beginnings, delivered his end
And from that revelation I divined a meaning, I...
Nurture a truth starved of meaning, A lie that pretends
He heard me cry

I don't do victim but why
Must I exist, just to tell a man
I must prepare him to die
I planned to live, not live the plan
I try, but never do all I can
Trapped in the old story

Owo pupa, O wo aso dudu
Oju fun fun, Oso kun morun

As I dim his lights, they shine a dawning,
This promised land of beginnings, delivered his end
And from that revelation I divined a meaning, I...
Nurture a truth starved of meaning, A lie that pretends
He heard me cry

Owo pupa, O wo aso dudu
Oju fun fun, Oso kun morun

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