The joy

by matt   Jul 27, 2010


The Joy The Joy,
of bein so free
having the key.
So i can't be seen for a fee
all the bastards in the zoo
do they really know what do do?
Do they know how it feels?
we don't want any pills
the bars are torture
as we get fewer.
You think it helps to slap us in a cage.
we just build up theunpent rage.
if you foolish enough to come
then yor life is done.
but then were a rouge?
and get the green needle
it's kida sad
i'm not that bad
i'm built to kill
not seen for a thrill.......

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