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Low said: "[B]It's A Hot Piece Fuckin' Fire Son. [/B]"
Samurai said: "We are not defined as human beings by what we look like
it's not what you buy, who your friends are or who lost the fight
I lay awake at night, this feeling is so cold, there is no hope
I abandoned it in the midsummer days drunk alone in a boat
float, sink, drown, win, long lasting awakeness and pills
there's no room for will if the starving now eat till their fill
come closer I'll hold you through the storm and we'll return to norm by morn,
the sun breaks through the sheets I use as blinds to keep warm
and I stretch, light a cigarette, and wonder why my life's a mess
I'm not afraid of death, not even afraid of the fear of whats next
I don't write music to make money, I don't tell jokes just to be funny
my company isn't lovely, I'm truly ugly and I feel like I'm always running
I'm tired of polatics, and polatitions who's positions are based on commision
as if the way to run a country is build prisons and make unnecassary incisions
no man is equil, it dosn't matter who you vote for if there's no good choice
I speak with no voice, and tell children it's essential for survival to have toys
my epidermous is bleeding my feelings are fleeting to be placed away neatly
in marble cases, next to the memories of her speaking to me so sweetly
it's my own head my fist is beating, and it's getting old so I think I'll stop
and then this voice said "I think not" and I watched my last pint of blood drop
We are not defined as human beings by the jobs we work day in and out
but the sounds of profound mouths say we must have a million dollar house
as children we're told to imagine, try it at thirty and you're in a streight jacket
and we're lead to believe there is something wrong if we're no chick magnet
god damn it let's dance, hold hands, and cruise to the mall for matching pants
let's go to a movie,buy tickets and popcorn then this relationship will advance
brains are melted with tv, advertising is gospal from men who breathe greed
so my heart bleeds, my soul weeps, my bloody skin feels the hate we breed
and I see we are in need, is it up to me? the question goes unanswered
while I take my risks playing with sticks that I know will give me cancer
when I die I want my tombstone to read, " here lies a man who tried"
and I hope with those six words I will finally make someone else cry
but I abandoned hope... that was the day I first tried coke... first I wrote
the first page of a note that was meant for the paramedics when I go..."
9704 said: "Good piece deep 2"
