Faces that stare so blankly could never understand what I mean
Entirely consumed by fear and loathing yet far from VegasNo one really wanted to do it, they just made us
We follow in line like ants working to bulid up their colony
But when I look back to find there is no one following me
Move man, move!!!
There is no time to waste
They are coming to steal your thoughts
Switch the good for the bad until it's all been replaced
I am window shopping for a new right
Because the old one leaves nothing desireable to the sight
All I seem to come up with is a handful of wrong
Which makes perfect inspiration when I want to put it down in a song
There is no end to my eternity
There is only mystery and that's the thing that concerns me
We are sword fighting in a dark room and no one cares who gets hurt
Every day that we pretend not to see, the situation grows worse
Fight fire with fire is what daddy always said
That's why everyday thousands of people end up dead

2 comments:
I really like this poem. It touches on the significant issue of clout within the human mind.
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