Something so dear, yet so far away.
Nothing to do, Nothing to say.
Where do we go when it's all unsaid?
Where do I look to hide in my head?
Everyone lower is tied to the whipping post
while all the uppers live like parasites on the host.
The chain of command is the best for the all
since you all read the paper and shop at the mall.
So the masses get trampled in bullshit
and our freedom takes another hit..

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/15/2003
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