it's so much easier
to avert our eyes
from all the suffering
and
I'm leaving right now, not for another moment.
Can I
separated, compartmentalized
these are the dreary days
of our lives
screened out
This is the final countdown.
The hands on the clock.
You'd think I wouldn't miss you.
But your persistent voice
yeah, you're the king snake
gliding through the grass
all
we must bend the bars
of these cages around our hearts
deconstruct
Dark Lord chaos, your time has come.
The people of
It's amazing that five lives have.
Revolved around this thing
Those roads and streets they cut.
They cut off circulation.
feed the machine
that eats up
our lives
churning out product,
end result of
this
is a call
to notice that
which has gone unnoticed
that all of
there is this energy
that flows from withing
there is
when man made the choice that production holds more meaning
Still my heart, cease the beating quickened by.
Your passing
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