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hospital bills and the jail is filled with the ones who want to fit in, its like nobody want to be themselves, they need help from the popular vibes, people are more dying on there insides, so they watching television to tell lie to there mental, there are closed windows when you see opportunity, birds do fly free but they still flock together better now then never, so when thought of forever
the mental thoughts are getting clever, then dont swing and bring me garbage, this is the gargage , the tender lips to kiss theof those, you thought was the angel in the light, the sunlight goes cold as we gotten old. this is the record that once been sold and no, to seem to beleive the scene of a dream, there are a cream of a heart that doesnt bleed, dont mean to sound mean
time is ticking closer to the death and the death varies when there isnt nothing left, we waste our breath on people that are to stubborn to see, then the faith they have reality cannot believe, anger and pain is which they recieve, they been decieve too long and the thoughts of the crisis is far gone, dont ask questions of where you coming from, the lungs of the air cant share when kingdom come
everything on earth shall be done, one say when they play, dollars the next day but one cant pay, so they got to stay, in other words you got to make your own way, nobody here to appear on your behalf they rather laugh then you add up the math, so if this your craft, i know its a hard pill to swallow, no thoughts of tomorrow so although that no ones behind you to follow
hollow enemies not so much solid friends and again you still you on your on, the light is two tone, but a solid line dont make echeos on the phone, what was shown to disown the roam is unknown, this is the varies nights this is how they lost sight, tight on the hugs and the loves, we sweep the dirt under the rugs, we unplugged the unchart and the dearly depart
is what we started, i which i never opened my mouth alot of hurt feelings, is bringing about, before the rain it perform a cloud that dont make a sound, thunder hit the ground, envision what im saying and them people is after me, the mental is an captivity, where negativity activitiy profits off of conductivity, this is reality a pitiful world, that one explose the coarse we dont have no choice, now hear my voice
