Sick and tired of living life
at least this routine we call life
lots of problems but no escape
the way we live is alot like rape
false prophecies dictate whats fate
south of the border and in the united states
no where to run no where to hide
they make us feel like we are empty inside
that is a lie in which i do spy
attempt to surpass the shady green grass
but easily torn by an oblivious past
how much longer can we last
how much longer can we dance
how much longer can we mask
hello are you alive?
hello are you real?
what is touch what is feel
what can i ...actually heal
when will i break the seal
i cant fathom all the ideas
i cant fathom how we all disappear
its only blurry but never clear
we feed into money and fear
weed and beer eyes and ear
i cant see what i know
i cant show what i know
i know nothing thats for sure
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