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Sep 2013
The world is spinning faster,
we're waiting now.
Everyone is waiting
for a fallout.
You seek violence,
they're seeking God.
But in the end we all end up falling down, d o w n , d
                                                               ­                              o
                                                               ­                               w
                                ­                                                                 n!

We're all forsaken!
We all kick the can!

I use to be a believer,
but now I'm not.
I use to think I was special,
or so I thought.
Turns out uniqueness,
it can be bought.
When money rules the world, there's no way to stop, stop, stop, stop it!

We're all mistaken!
Just grains of sand!

Now I'm not saying that I don't have any faith,
I just don't believe anymore,
in destiny or fate.

I have a mind that races at a million miles,
and I can't keep it,
under control.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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