Thursday, January 10, 2008

it seems to me we're out of luck.
these rules just make me wana buck
i know it aint the pure in heart
just some facade work on their part.

i cant believe they think they're right
their words just make me wanna fight.
But then i see as clear as day
im twisted in a different way.

its not the prayer of pretty speech
youve got to have the thing to reach
beyond the clouds into the stars
im gonna break these prison bars.

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