Everything I see is the color black....
looking everywhere, but never back...
Watching for the opposing on the attack...
just seems like no one's giving any slack...
and don't fall down that gaping crack...

But beware of the sheep's coat they wear...
because sometimes, your vision isn't clear...
when someone gets so god damn near...
near to your heart and knows your fear...
and sometimes it's the attack you can hear...

Keep a watchful eye to the wide open sky...
or something might fall in the place where you lie...
and call out the things that just don't fly...
and never let the enemy see you cry...
because they will try to make you die...

And now that your eyes are open...
and your no longer in the dark, groping...
and for love your not hoping...
and your aware of those interloping...
while we're just relaxed, bong smoking'...

12/15/2003

Posted on 12/15/2003
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