work work work

[idol_of_idiots]

an enchanting melancholy of a psalm tune
among the tranquil solitudes of this dreary place

the wind i feel as i walk along this small stream
sun glare makes my eyes squint

almost home then to work great i cant wait
ever knowing all seeing stupid sun

burning me why do i always get bured
maybe i will just go to bed

rest my ever so weak soul
that i have to fool every one so that i can keep it safe

no have to work
maybe i think i will give up on crime