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Sitting in the gutter Cause its the only place to see What guts are Wondering does anybody Fight for anything Anymore? Cause I don't see it I see people walking past Opportunity Walking away from things With ease Cold feet Treading cautiously Feeding doubts fire Going about Life so passively But Hold up let's join a cause! Direct our anger Politically, racially, at poverty and inequality Donate some money Rant constantly about Overturning regimes Then retreat back to apathy Woe is me! Bleeding hearts in their masses Floating past me In the gutter Cause its the only place to see what guts are... And hearts Cause no one has heart anymore Where is the love? Where is the passion? The courage and the loyalty? All Going about life so Half heartedly And what can you do with half a heart? Give it to Me Cause as I'm sat here Reading entrails like some gypsy Passing judgement on you A poor reflection on me It seems I lost mine So I embrace the pain that migrates from an empty chest to A swelling stomach Lift myself up from that gutter And feel what guts are Take half that heart And see how far it'll take me... To make it whole
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
Disembowel Movement
Sitting in the gutter Cause its the only place to see What guts are Wondering does anybody Fight for anything Anymore? Cause I don't see it I see people walking past Opportunity Walking away from things With ease Cold feet Treading cautiously Feeding doubts fire Going about Life so passively But Hold up let's join a cause! Direct our anger Politically, racially, at poverty and inequality Donate some money Rant constantly about Overturning regimes Then retreat back to apathy Woe is me! Bleeding hearts in their masses Floating past me In the gutter Cause its the only place to see what guts are... And hearts Cause no one has heart anymore Where is the love? Where is the passion? The courage and the loyalty? All Going about life so Half heartedly And what can you do with half a heart? Give it to Me Cause as I'm sat here Reading entrails like some gypsy Passing judgement on you A poor reflection on me It seems I lost mine So I embrace the pain that migrates from an empty chest to A swelling stomach Lift myself up from that gutter And feel what guts are Take half that heart And see how far it'll take me... To make it whole
And think **** I best get some Rennies on my way past the shop :P
#love#heart#hope#fight#courage#apathy#judgement#guts#indigestion#gypocircus
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
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