Feeling sick to my stomach over the decisions I've made
and dealing with all these sins and how much I've paid..

I've lost it all, only to have it come back around to joke
and when I think of the past and the way you once spoke..

Telling me lies, telling me the rhymes of your reason..
Dying out and going away when it's just out of season..

Compress all the thoughts down to a clear science
and stand there with your putrid acts of utter defiance..

Spell the truth out for all of their happy ignorance,
who run around all day with their laugh at our penance ..

Telling us we all have something to do or say..
when all they wanna do is just run and play..

Lost in this maze of concepts and lies..
Where everyone's born and everyone dies..

Tell the masses behind the rose glasses
to make the passes at the Bambi eyed lasses.

Spell out a truth to have it washed away by time..
for the time will come when your internal clock will chime..

The alarm on your life, on what you need to be..
Last call for evacuation of this fading reality..

01/12/2002

Posted on 01/12/2002
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