the whole in my pocket is bleeding dry

Feb 26, 2004 18:42

We think of questions already asked
answers told with forgotten pasts,
these people try to rune our lives
but we forget their looks and their lies.

They sent out signals to our heads
and scrambled messages we receive instead.
The lies of it all the corporate sneers
we yearn for as it nears,
but all the things they give to us
they make the suffering strongest than .

they make us believe we can't help ourself
and we take their word no doubt in itself
spoon fed lies are what they make us eat
so rich can taste the tender meat.
we fall to our knees to dig there path
bloodied hands are what we get

we are tossed the the dollar bone
to keep us happy and at home
but all this does, the end draws near,
is breed us to the words we fear.
favors done there is no remorce
we must knock them of their high high horse.
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