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I see you there in the corner Your voice trembling with fear And I see you there on the pedestal Your fist raised high in your patriotic fervor I see you there in the church Your body tense, in frustration, at the failure of your coin operated god I see you there in the gutters Clutching your alcoholic life preserver I see you there on the battlefield Leading the forces of Armageddon to victory And I see you there In a hospital bed Old, weak, and impotent Yes, I see you dying I see you there, having achieved your ultimate goal Fulfilling your emptiness And I see you there Under the brightly painted jackboots I see you there lighting righteous fires from your state of perdition And I see you, unconquerable In exquisite defiance As a burning testament to the strength of your revolution I see you at both ends of the gamut In strength and weakness Sickness and health Oppressed, Oppressor, and free man And I wonder how I In my alien skin Could walk among you Breathe your air, and bleed your blood But I know that I cannot So I watch as I have for ages Your beautiful drama And dream of the day you will reach out to me
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Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 6:45 PM UTC
Sympathy
I see you there in the corner Your voice trembling with fear And I see you there on the pedestal Your fist raised high in your patriotic fervor I see you there in the church Your body tense, in frustration, at the failure of your coin operated god I see you there in the gutters Clutching your alcoholic life preserver I see you there on the battlefield Leading the forces of Armageddon to victory And I see you there In a hospital bed Old, weak, and impotent Yes, I see you dying I see you there, having achieved your ultimate goal Fulfilling your emptiness And I see you there Under the brightly painted jackboots I see you there lighting righteous fires from your state of perdition And I see you, unconquerable In exquisite defiance As a burning testament to the strength of your revolution I see you at both ends of the gamut In strength and weakness Sickness and health Oppressed, Oppressor, and free man And I wonder how I In my alien skin Could walk among you Breathe your air, and bleed your blood But I know that I cannot So I watch as I have for ages Your beautiful drama And dream of the day you will reach out to me
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Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 6:45 PM UTC
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