Every day, every single day
i am forced to see the total nothingness...
I see foul weather on the horizon;
Crops will fail and famine will enshroud us...
I pledge allegiance to the corporate chain
That makes choice simple, everything's the same...
The place you might think safe,
a virtual play house for many of per-vs...
Looking high and low for a friend
seeming to find that day to day...
You act like you have me figured out
But you don't even have a clue...
What would happen,
When everything's been said...
It's the thoughts of following others
that get mixed within thickets of closed...
In the dark hours a quill dips into ink
A pen scribbles insane thoughts...
Lord I'm sorry I have not spoken to you in a while
I just feel to guilty when I pray...
I can hear the cries of the wounded all around me...
Oh, such piercing woeful screams...
An alcoholic starts his life in the park
by choosing out a bench...