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I expect to be pushing up daisies by spring
I cant do another winter here
in this life of hell im living
it would be better to fall now
with the autumnal leaves
and be gone before the ice comes
spill my only warmth for an eternal reprieve
gettin cold gettin old gettin gone
when i look to the sky
i see our mirrored cave
mocking our monkey ways
as destination and restriction
of our pitiful little lives
our mother pearl
lost in dark velvet eternity
travelling into unending uncertainty
calming our insecurity
with azure reflections
of our deepest desires
reach for the limit
how much must I lose to find myself
I need the world to stop turning to try to tell
whether Im moving forward or standing still
if I am up to my eyeballs or up to my elbows
"I guess it comes down to a simple choice: Get busy living, or get busy dying."
I'll believe in fate when it happens
til then I'm master of my destiny
that's all that matters
I'll stand or fall
but never kneel
before our masters
breathe my dying breath
at the throat of the *******
I never asked to be born in shackles
I never accepted their laws that made me chattel
if I am to die you can be sure it will happen
in a manner that can't be ignored
I'll take the bull by the horns
lead the battle
if you disagree
you're a fool
fall for their fallacy
it's in the rules
they'll talk tales of terror
then make it the news
tell you you're the best
we're the best
when you approve their next move
remember your forefathers
all they had to lose
in wars they never started
though they did you'll never prove it
if you're not part
you're the part that needs removing
guilty of the dark arts
thinking one and one makes two
how very dare you
Logic. Have some.
is it crazier that i talk to myself
or that i listen
or that the message gets lost
between source and destination
i have my eyes wide
twenty twenty vision
a blind man
in a black cave
crawling toward the precipice
of all of his previous bad decisions
corner pocket
if i was your one
youd be mine too
we could be free
to do what we loved to do
what is life for
if ive lost you
back to basics
feels even worse than it used to
seventh heaven isnt hard to find
*** six times a day will do it fine
blow on my pfeife to blow my mind
foreplay becomes more play of another kind
three way needs leeway to make sublime
it takes two to tango but another one undermines
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