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Roger
I wake up breathing smog
I go on with eating dust
listen howl, a beaten dog
world made upon filthy lust
Early shiver, scratch with first yawn
and ease the pain with coffee n' smoke
sligthly killed by myself gazing into the dawn
together with me my memories awoke
Look back to my bed, where my last sin lies
turning with my pillow, smile on sleepy face
me, with steel cold sight, conceptulize
yet she's lost, I brought the maze
It's usual to look over things
close eyes, not face facts
this game protects us all
one better learns his acts.
A lost smile I look for in the crowd
to please my heart, feel fine
Wont hear you cry, they scream so loud
all that should not be, fault of mine.
Let you go, fingers slipped from my palm
water closed, with eyes you waved goodbye
dark deep tide though stayed calm
when it watched an angel die.
my world is not nice when I watch
eden's gates, long way gone
so little needed to get so much
a fine lullaby...and done.
do we really want to live forever
beyond death comes new kingdom?
dont we just fear the word never
to lose gained, vanish wisdom?
when i dream of a better place
an isle of peace, not chained down
it ends up with too much grace
thru the grey fog, I can't see the lawn
back to the place where I was born
cannot run, as we fear being naked
back to where it started, to stop mourn
got sick of this world, the holy grail, take it.
caught in filth eating up my own brain
struggling laws, mine and they wrote
For this sort of days, feel disdain
you're better off selling your vote.
In the end I lay down back for sleep
hope that night will take it all away
in dreams I might fall really deep
so that I stay laying, laying dead, at least for a day...