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we have become accustomed to go out living the lie that say I am what I do
a field of grass torn and withered in the wind
many of us search for real truth fresh from a garbage can
we breath in the mere mockery of deaths door exploits
infested with dire feces of vomit plundered duration
take a walk with me through the passage of time
a highways with cars without wheels torn up debris on side
the eclipse of the sun has tainted my inner mission
stand alone in the bitter silence of are caged barbaric ways
the kings and queens of there own vast domain sit up on there throne
others drift through the sequence of time without matter
we learn to cope in are highly intellectualized scope of the given moment
the gravity falls upon me still heavy as never before
a whole host of angels over head summon the road to excell
we walk then fall get up again and the same thing over again
we are as if nomadic drifters on the hunt for something more but what
yet some there trip is lighter the claim what has been done for them on there behalf
taking baby steps to reach there summit point in the heavens
many want the best of both world a little bit of heaven here on earth
heaven isn't to far away closer to it everyday no matter what your friends might say
little golden nuggets of thought to help soften the blow
then there are those that erect pillars to honor the dead as they serve sin, self & Satan
there are two roads you can go by but in the long run there's still time to change the road your on.
