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They are bleeding my soul. Each day is a new leech. They call it reality, I'd rather have dreams. They have taxed our hope, And mortgaged faith, They have banned Love In the interests of public safety. They are bleeding my soul, For 'my own good'. Happiness is an extravagance, We're in a recession you know. They're taking colour next, Monochrome will calm us all. Then will come sound, A single drone will be enough. They are going to take the light tomorrow, There's no funding for it, Plus who needs light When there are no colours to see. I remember the night they took my dreams, But I won't for long, Memories are to be rationed. I think. They are bleeding my soul, And You, You are my transfusion. You will drench me in colour, And play me symphonies As we remember And dream.
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
Reality Bites
They are bleeding my soul. Each day is a new leech. They call it reality, I'd rather have dreams. They have taxed our hope, And mortgaged faith, They have banned Love In the interests of public safety. They are bleeding my soul, For 'my own good'. Happiness is an extravagance, We're in a recession you know. They're taking colour next, Monochrome will calm us all. Then will come sound, A single drone will be enough. They are going to take the light tomorrow, There's no funding for it, Plus who needs light When there are no colours to see. I remember the night they took my dreams, But I won't for long, Memories are to be rationed. I think. They are bleeding my soul, And You, You are my transfusion. You will drench me in colour, And play me symphonies As we remember And dream.
izzy
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izzy
Welsh
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
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