Sell off all your time for the direction of others..
and find the lost bliss you found in the arms of your lovers..
Sell off the last remaining thing that was sacred to you..
to find out if all the lies that were ingrained were true..
No life like the one that the profit leads..
where some come unknowingly and some are the type that bleeds..
Where life is among the lost and the cattle are we..
where all this is just a self-made greedy fantasy...
No more loss of communication..
No more lack of a reservation..
Keep it on track and follow the path of wrong and right..
Keep it all under your hat and follow it through the night..
Sell off the best moments for that persecution that lacks comprehension..
and find yourself in your own lost world dimension...

09/11/2003

Posted on 09/11/2003
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