Me me blind machine

[tranceswirl]

My mind is a lever
Clever, when pulled
Rolled, into other thoughts
I've fought, for more
Then this, I wish
I knew, of a glue
To hold it all down
Turn around, without a sound
Compound, Yet still around.

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theres an america we live for
Not an america i'd give for
But something to explore
Our passions
The fashions of a culure
That like a vulture
Will eat anything
Say anything
This is what we're die for
A way to explore
Ourselves
It doesnt help.