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walking the thin line
how old do today's martyrs have to be
die for a country
that never saw his face
died for what he believed
a story
a song
or even a whisper
we every day can forsake SO much
and gain so little either way
why be soo afixiated on gain
we all go out the same way
new faces dont make new freinds
a secret is a lie youll never tell
or eyes and ears hear only what our brain can handle
but im sure your not handling it well
paint this world a color
that cant go wrong
give us a leader who can remain stong
when his neck is on the line
can he keep a dry collar
or will he fail, break and sweat
like every other man
we can only hope to drag our tounge
across the plate for a taste of the "good" life
******** all the cowards in the word
we take a man serious untill you see his tail between his legs
the white of his eyes black now wit hdeseption
hes nothing but a chicken in a fox 's evening wear
pitiful
such a word is a great word of desriptipon for us all
why
because we all cant see with or ******** hands in the way
you cant escape forever you know
legs grow tired with conflict and shame on the mind
such fools we call human aquaintences
if you have a brain in your god damned head you could see this
you can never get out of your cycle
unless you actually face it
and face it
humanity is a big cosmic ******** joke
and no one got the punch line but me evidently
- by Zakk Cyanide |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/07/2009 |
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- Title: walking the thin line
- Artist: Zakk Cyanide
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- Date: 08/07/2009
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