Thumbing the pulse of the overkill
The backbeat to our times
Stunning the false with freewill
On the backseat of a lie
Standing alone with patience
Trying not to die
Modelled by the gracious
Overwhelmed and shy
Leased out to the highest bidder for stories based on truth, told by the newest stranger from the loneliest book, eased myself close to get a better view inside a room with no door or no windows too.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
Thumbing the pulse of the overkill
The backbeat to our times
Stunning the false with freewill
On the backseat of a lie
Standing alone with patience
Trying not to die
Modelled by the gracious
Overwhelmed and shy
Leased out to the highest bidder for stories based on truth, told by the newest stranger from the loneliest book, eased myself close to get a better view inside a room with no door or no windows too.
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