God's cruel joke has blown up in our faceDamned from
Random acts of crueltyVictims lying in the wakeFriend or foe
I know you better than you thinkI know a lot
Today is the day we go our separate wayNo longer
The soul lives on beyond this life will you ascend
Etched in marble, scarred in memoryMeet thy maker be thy
The poet sits and twists the meter 'roundAnd in the
Tossing, turning, restlessCan not sleepDrenched in perspirationDampened sheetsNe
Crooked politicians promise thingsAnd never see them throughBleed this country
Shadows hug the wallsEmbracingWhispering, breathingOn my faceTell me of forbidde
Sorcerer, blind me with your eyesDeny me, cast me asideMine
I'm stupid, impotentMy feelings aren't importantI'm useless, worthlessNobody, go
I rest here on this pillarI am a granite kingAnd
Welcome to my parlor, with a gestureI am lured insideBitten
When you wake up in the morningCan you tell me
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