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| i just don't get it i guess
the way you made your mind.
you say we're the same
but obviously
we have our differences
in thought
and
feeling
and
living
and
being.
but i know it;
we do.
i heard it;
it's true.
i heard the words unsaid
the unspoken thing
i was the exception
but for what?
obviously not for you.
for the past
the present
but the future?
either lies or truth.
if lies, i get it.
if truth,
it just doesn't
line
up
with
your
past
actions
and
thoughts.
i just don't get it
failure happpens.
people change.
and you
>>learn
from it.
but at least
we can say
we gave it
a
SHOT
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| tap tap tap
his fingers go
rapping against the arm
of his chair
a sigh, a heave
heavy breath
condensates the
cold, crisp air
year after year
he sits at his throne
waiting and watching
as his deeds unfold
amusement dancing
in his dark, empty eyes
as he listens and mocks
they tales they've told
a king, a deity,
a man, nothing more
nothing less than the
evil he has come
to create
but he can't be blamed
for the wrong
in the world
for he just plays
off the fear and hate
a fiend for music
he loves his 6 string
beckoning the day
and the night
never resting
his minor tunes
he strums for the
dark, not the light
his weapon, not violent,
is strung upside down
a mirror of the
majority in the land
day after day
he plays and he plays
the devil's
a left handed man.
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| it's a killing/it's a living
all these lieslieslies
swarming 'round in circles
through rose coloured eyes
truth&fiction, fantasy/fact
no use putting on that damned act
transparent, see right through
see right through, to the [realyou].
hypocrisy's the name of the game
i too had my share of fame
cyclical, lies, just like time
round and round and round they came
can't be helped, just our ways
lies are just the ways of men
manipulation is often the key
so they'll keep coming back again
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| the sand falls slower
.....and slower
...............and slower
and when it runs out
it will
FREEZE
and along with it
{THE UNIVERSE}
&me&you&all no escape
never up to speed
theory?law?
doesn't matter.
running out of time.
it doesn't matter.
oh,
it
even matter
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| oh, baby,
we're
runningrunningrunning
lacking reason
and a rhyme
we're
fallingfallingfalling
and we're
running out
of time
oh, baby,
we're
stallingstallingstalling
while we're still
in our prime
we're
driftingdriftingdrifting
and we're
running out
of time
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