Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Maleficent
The accursed marching along
Like an army of ants.
Closer to the horizon,
Stabs to our back
The ugly truth, we are lost.
Tiptoe past the inane;
Dead ideas as useful as
Prada in a time of bullsh(i)t.
Dirty, and starving.
I cannot breathe and
The useless are destroyed.
The gay smile, and push us forward.
I'd never swam in fire,
Looks like I'll get a chance.
They gossip about honor.
I cover my ears and cringe.
I can bare it no longer.
Tonight, a fragile piece of glass
Becomes my friend.
I've made my match.
Let them have my body.
My soul returns to stardust.
Now where do we go when we die?
2-17-10
Like an army of ants.
Closer to the horizon,
Stabs to our back
The ugly truth, we are lost.
Tiptoe past the inane;
Dead ideas as useful as
Prada in a time of bullsh(i)t.
Dirty, and starving.
I cannot breathe and
The useless are destroyed.
The gay smile, and push us forward.
I'd never swam in fire,
Looks like I'll get a chance.
They gossip about honor.
I cover my ears and cringe.
I can bare it no longer.
Tonight, a fragile piece of glass
Becomes my friend.
I've made my match.
Let them have my body.
My soul returns to stardust.
Now where do we go when we die?
2-17-10
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