Answer, by Loneliness is condescending
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This is what its all about
Past the pain, behind the joy
Pointless endeavors, mounting feats
Give up simpletons
I see it in the beggar's eyes
Deep inside our leaders shallow hearts
It lies beneath every world you speak
Bluntly filling cries of triumph to convince you self
There it is again the inspiration behind halls of
masterpieces
The moral to every story you lairs weave
Pasted to your mini skirts and chains
Recite it proudly, hand over heart
Ripped into your scars of naivety
Made up of nothing its something inside
I've gotten carried away
Forgetting I don't care |
Posted: 2006-04-16 18:47:00 UTC |
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2006-02-21 20:53:24 | lost the lonely dead |
and yet sometimes its impossible to just watch it all pass by........... |