I cant find me because there is no truth
world tossed by the long lost news
waging to raise to cover lost loot
music made in cash box booth
insticating mirror image follower crew
wasted by the chase of a monoplized youth
marketing miracles that heal the wound
target the picure perfect mood
to only find another way to pollute
gift of a gesture no longer loves proof
unless it name is shines brighter than the sun even do
I'll wander forever no soil true to root