Monday, November 3, 2014


Flowing from my fingertips
Words I can't control
Streaming live from my mind
I can't tell what thought I crave more.
Work all day to regret all night
And sleep and dream and pray
One day, everything will be better
The rat will win the race.
Forget everything you taught yourself
Because you're wrong, wrong, wrong
Nothing will change the steps you take
Just strangers keeping you strong.
Life is a warpath
A tank built for self destruction
Drop the bombs on the infidels
Drop your sense of self control.

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