This December breeze...
Running at 70 degrees...

This erratic weather that symbolizes my life..
This erratic pattern cutting me like a knife..
This twisted planet, with me ready to abandon it
Where things turn around into a world of shit...
This swirling of lost dreams and misconceptions
filled with all of it's kind minded moral deceptions...
This loss of our moral gravity and gained erratic behavior
When all you seem to beg for is your own personal savior...

Save us from this meat factory of lost bliss and gained pain...
Save us from this world filled with dark clouds and acid rain...
Save us from ourselves while we still have a small chance..
but then again, maybe we'll catch Jesus Christ without his pants..

Prayers to a supposedly lost cause..
Prayers to our own personal Santa Clause
Saving our souls with our mockery of freedom and moral laws..
Sinning when we can pick our favorite loophole clause...

12/18/2001

Posted on 12/18/2001
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