Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Monday, November 9, 2009

make me go, rock and roll

I used to have a bright future
Until I broke through the suture
To keep me on my speeding cruiser
I had to become a grand recruiter

Bleeding out into psychosis
Breaking through all synapses
Each moment feeds the nightmare
Around each corner another scare

Loosing parts in all my mouth
Always heading further south
Can't stay still, keep on going
A river of time rapidly flowing

All out war against free time
Dig through trash to make a dime
Unlimited energy to commit crime
Wasting my life in a sea of grime

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