My inner self has fallen into a coma
Essences were built and torn apart in my eyes
Something was smelling good in the garden of lies
Something born out of human cries
Incorrect agendas and doctrines
Nothing in compare to some
God...are we really that dumb?

Wrong, you say, I'm but a boy
Insufficient madness means incompetent joy
Tear me apart like paper or trust
Holler at your toy

Years begin with micro seconds
Overdoses with a "one time fun"
Under bridges, beds and graves
Run, because you can't run

Mass destruction in pipe dreams of hate
Inside - find the window, then think of the gate
None of the dead can feel the worms chewing
Do tell me again...what was I doing?

6/12/2005, 3:31 pm