~ No malls on weekends No feathers for tourism No stopping to read the graffiti No having lunch with relative hysteria No making friends and acquaintances In the paperless world And no *** music You see, the common faith is doubt All wonder, no reason The hole in your pocket Becomes the hole in your head And the last lawsuit You'll ever need ~
Not to many have resisted the risk Hold tightly and lose control through the same clenched fist Pray for there to be but dread that last kiss How many have been hurt who weren't on a list Who gets hit with every miss Can't run from this I must confess, Take a minute here to be honest I don't know if I can say it's worth the risk
How little men control Their own destinies. At a lost, As to my internal monologue, In a deluge of constant questioning. And as to the control I do command, With what to, is done? As to the destiny I am ******, Is it better to dither from forver, hitherto? Or slaughter fear, and give anxiety the rub.
Another night, Where I feel completely alone Surrounded by people I care about. What's the point? Love coming at the price Of self-sacrifice, Break my body Take control, But what do you know?
some people have with dominance possession power and control looks like a rather desperate reaction to the widely known but mostly unacknowledged fact that we are unable to control our lives and live them as we have imagined
