May
June 2012
A man chooses A slave obeys
Amongst millions of people I had to bump into you. Amongst thousand of faces I had to remember yours. Amongst hundreds of different personalities, I had to get stuck to you.
I'm cold, I'm ugly, I'm always confused by everything I can stare into a thousand eyes But every smile hides a bold-faced lie It itches, it seethes, it festers and breathes My heros are dead, they
We'll sneak off while they sleep and sail off in the night. We'll come clean and start over the rest of our lives When we're gone, we'll stay gone out of sight, out of mind it's not too late, We have
Soldier boy, made of clay, now, an empty shell Twenty one, only son but he served us well Bred to kill, not to care, do just as we say Finished here, greeting death, he?s yours to take away
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