Jackknifed in the fast lane of the rat race…
Lost in the world where no one looks you in the face..
Scattered to the wind in the cycle of lost and found..
Scared to the notice of the total lack of sound…
Dreaming away in a haze of the lost yesterdays..
Spoken lightly but enforced with an iron fist..
And to think, these are some of the things we missed..

Crawling thru the underbrush towards our goal..
Sneaking thru the alley to go buy us a soul…
Bastards of the lost fathers of our great nation..
Stuck to deal with this land of ulterior degradation..
Shards of glass litter the sandbox of our dreams
While we wait impatiently for the sunrise’s beams..
We sold ourselves short on the feeder road of self control
Just trying to get by with our smuggled soul….

03/14/2004

Posted on 03/14/2004
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