| I took their money and ran like a marathon or Kurosawa
Amazing what delight in the attraction to the power of the dollar
Sometimes Marvin Gaye sings to me in my dreams
It makes me want to holler
But I always wake up when I scream
In my sleep I find peace and subconsciously I fight it or deny it
I wake up every few hours to turn on the lights
Never knowing if the shit is gonna hit the fan
If this ethical and spiritual conflict will ever end
Not quite sure how or when it began
Anymore I feel like a puppet strung up for show
For sure I would cook up about anything if it could bake into dough
Its a shame how an appetite can spark a craze
When control is absent strings make us behave
Tempt the devil and ya dance for a decent wage
Me and my angel walk the rain into the sunshine
That will to take nothing and turn it to something
Something no longer meant to be mine
I could never steal from my memories
Wherever I am is where I am meant to be |
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| surrounded by warm leather
and cold stares
standing mostly in pairs
no concern for any other
they simply stand there
as the lights are bright
the wind will tear at their skin
what a price they pay when they
wait to go from out to in
what is life without beauty
what is a life without duty
you sign away your rights
the corporations are shooting
burning and looting history
to the floor and the core
they do it through laws
and behind closed doors
surrounded by warm leather
and cold stares
they draft measures or waivers
while we wait to forget
with people we just met
we can grow up later after my ears stop ringing and i have a cup of coffee tomorrow afternoon man fuck you never shut up |
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| he turned and said its about time at about 1130
in her party dress almost a mess his eyes made her feel dirty
she was starting to feel flirty from the cocktails he bought
that luxury car in the private lot
those beautiful things that she never got
and he never called her beautiful
or by her real name
he took her out only on fridays
then she never made it to saturday
those beautiful things that she never got
do they vanish when her breath fades away
she wonders what did i do
to deserve this
he tells her she is owned
she does not remember how it feels to be alone
or at home
this world is cold
sadness and hate run deep
maybe even within the company you keep
a misinterpretation of happiness
i see him in my sleep
i wonder what happened
to make him go so wrong
was it me
and it goes
togetherness is a myth
a bunch of selfish capitalists
tryin to venture a hit
without working for it
most people are morons
and most money is wasted
we wear on our bodies
the poison we have tasted
its a dead end life
but u can always turn around
don't let the man hold you down
togetherness is a myth
a bunch of selfish capitalists
tryin to make something hit
without working for it
most time is a lie
most of our food is too
we wear on our bodies
the things that we do
its a dead end life
but u can always turn around
don't let progress hold you down
don't let nobody hold you down
don't let reality hold you down
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| why does the word "breast" rhyme with the word "west" despite including the word "east" in its spelling?
why does the french word "merci" mean "thank you" but the american word "mercy" mean "refraining from harming another"? |
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| fascinated with their politics and religions
their collective consensual visions
the way they destroy what they do not understand
or lock it in their prisons
we are all locked in a prison
filled with friends and flakes and dates
former flames and family and snakes waiting to strike
cold blooded and fake
some see the warmth that they lack
they cannot help but take a bite
i cannot help but fight back
against a mind that is lacking in fact
a body violated by their toxins
learning to unlearn somehow
how it was taught to act
striking misunderstandings with reasoning
offering you care and healing
learning that those who have lost their way
i know how they are feeling
but it is okay
there is no time like right now to make a change
to sort out an addiction or tell your mate a secret that needs revealing
you are not strange
we are all beautiful
and this life is all we have
be glad you are not a fish or a leaf or a rat or a plastic bag
this is more than enough to make me over think myself to sleep
i like the want more than the need
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