Selling your sins for the rest of the world to see.
Showing the world a glimpse of what you believe is me
You spread your lies like a sickness known as the ebola virus.
Screaming catch the fever to my old uncle Cypress.
So don't think that the world is your own little playground
and you can pick any puppy you want out of the local pound.
Don't think that just cuz you know a dirty little secret you are better than thou
because I don't care how you've come to the conclusion, you won't listen anyhow
You've come up with your own view on reality and a perception of love
and you still claim that you know the difference between a push and a shove.
So who's your next victim of broken hearts and a trashed home.
A place where your reality is stuck in it's own home alone.
A place where lies come to stay and you don't know the meaning of fair play.
Where love is just a fading memory and you've created your own little fantasy.

06/09/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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