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Mind over matter Your mind focused on the latter as you tried to climb to the top with no perception for disaster They call it high risk options; sheer prayers for returns. But all the bits of your brain didn't care about who burned Can't slap cuffs on an entity So I guess it's lesson learned in their equity though one finds that the fines can still burn Every willing ear mixed with the right tone of trust Acknowledgement in gold soon traded away to dust If the brain believes its body should live forever, then where's the fear of a burn when confronted with an ember so they never think a spark can elevate higher ignorance is fuel, greed sets this structure fire Man the troops! The sky is falling! The city's set ablaze and the sirens are calling! We're supposed to save the people, but the people pay first save the buildings with these bails of water even if the people thirst New body, same mind. It's done so many times one comes to think its rehearsed The ticket price is high, the play leaves the people feeling cursed.
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
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Mind over matter Your mind focused on the latter as you tried to climb to the top with no perception for disaster They call it high risk options; sheer prayers for returns. But all the bits of your brain didn't care about who burned Can't slap cuffs on an entity So I guess it's lesson learned in their equity though one finds that the fines can still burn Every willing ear mixed with the right tone of trust Acknowledgement in gold soon traded away to dust If the brain believes its body should live forever, then where's the fear of a burn when confronted with an ember so they never think a spark can elevate higher ignorance is fuel, greed sets this structure fire Man the troops! The sky is falling! The city's set ablaze and the sirens are calling! We're supposed to save the people, but the people pay first save the buildings with these bails of water even if the people thirst New body, same mind. It's done so many times one comes to think its rehearsed The ticket price is high, the play leaves the people feeling cursed.
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
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