Do not fill the glass half full or tip it to make half empty.
Cheaters don't make good workers, or so they say.
live only so that tomorrow will come a little faster, never is more likely.
Everyone all one string thats beginning to fray.
So march on the dirt and stone,
so march into the early morning fog.
Trek slow and steady like the quest of a crone.
Collapse like a another fractured cog.
The clock stops ticking, the machines come to a halt.
The new shipment arrives like butterflies to the net.
Trapped forever wondering who's at fault.
A day goes wrong that ends in a fret.
So fly little birdie fly,
or let the mustard meet nostrils and say goodbye.
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 10:12 PM UTC
Do not fill the glass half full or tip it to make half empty.
Cheaters don't make good workers, or so they say.
live only so that tomorrow will come a little faster, never is more likely.
Everyone all one string thats beginning to fray.
So march on the dirt and stone,
so march into the early morning fog.
Trek slow and steady like the quest of a crone.
Collapse like a another fractured cog.
The clock stops ticking, the machines come to a halt.
The new shipment arrives like butterflies to the net.
Trapped forever wondering who's at fault.
A day goes wrong that ends in a fret.
So fly little birdie fly,
or let the mustard meet nostrils and say goodbye.
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