The right of callous goes to malice
Molder in the grave
The scene to witness inner fitness
Leaves without a wave
To turn about inside the outer
Layer that we save
Becomes apparent when we wear it
Such is the beauty that you gave

You hypnotize my bloodshot eyes
The night life's latest craze
They twist their shouts and jump about
Our memory isn't fazed
By doucumentors recent assent
Into the freakish phase
Remember that we are the purpose
Of this human race

And oh so slowly
Turn to show me
Where our points
Are shaved
To them that simply
See us empty
But for not our
Amber waves of sin

A dialogue is half created
Out of our own words
We like the texture and pretend
That this we haven't heard
Its up to here in good defense
Another loss is cruel
But some how with the help of
Pills, I remain a pillar calm

Lets guess the number of regrets
Our good life will acquire
There seems to be some small
Discrepancy between the truth and lie
But somehow we should work around the better half of dead
Wake up wake up my little one
My little sleepy head

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