Never what you expect, but always what you deserve
Joyous innocence, painful realizations, love eternal, or a slight variation of sorts
Running to reach it, but just behind, too true it would seem
What is right, or what is generally accepted, does it matter in their eyes?
Transition to reality, monetary goods the focal point
A fine auto or luxury stone to boot?
Your number grows as your chips extend exponentially
The silver spoon perched high for all your kind to see
White strikes your beard as reflection shows true
Regret, remorse, and past moments of general apathy rule your thoughts
What could you have ever done to change the endless battle?
After all, they have always known you better than yourself, right?
What have my countryman done? A display so vial!
To rob them of so much, for the simple spread of our colors
Will I ever know the truth, or be forever sheltered by the shade of the trees?
The hourglass almost empty, the goodness of our true self must be revealed...
The Devil In The Road
Another day was passing, as they always seem to do
My head was in the sky, with the eagles and the blue
Such vial destruction and chaos stood before
Of loss, pain, and that god-awful whore
Trying to forget, as many men do
Through the bottle, friends, and you know who
But this day was different, unlike the rest
As we rounded the corner, I became quite distressed
What stood before me, I wasn't quite sure
But his shadowy figure was evil, quite pure
The goosebumps came like a brisk frosty wind
And I wondered what he'd done to emit so much sin
Slowly we moved on towards this figure of black
A force pulled us in and there was no turning back
My blood turned cold and my eyes set aflame
That blasted demon seemed to know my true name
Just then in the distance, a shimmering light
A small beckon of refuge shone through the night
I had gone too far though, I was quite sure
To make it to, God's kingdom of pure
My head was in the sky, with the eagles and the blue
Such vial destruction and chaos stood before
Of loss, pain, and that god-awful whore
Trying to forget, as many men do
Through the bottle, friends, and you know who
But this day was different, unlike the rest
As we rounded the corner, I became quite distressed
What stood before me, I wasn't quite sure
But his shadowy figure was evil, quite pure
The goosebumps came like a brisk frosty wind
And I wondered what he'd done to emit so much sin
Slowly we moved on towards this figure of black
A force pulled us in and there was no turning back
My blood turned cold and my eyes set aflame
That blasted demon seemed to know my true name
Just then in the distance, a shimmering light
A small beckon of refuge shone through the night
I had gone too far though, I was quite sure
To make it to, God's kingdom of pure
Untitled
Dumbed down by the music television
Our generation marches out into the unknown
Desensitized of all, our thoughts tend to drift
Future or past it matters not
Apathy has replaced common sense
Our peers fall to pieces one by one
To turn over the rock exposes the worms
Our only hope is a blinding light that somehow changes the mix
Red tape has covered our eyes and bound our hands
The sensing greed has only heighten
As the hourglass falls nothing changes but the weather
Even while most sit and suffer in silence
Our generation marches out into the unknown
Desensitized of all, our thoughts tend to drift
Future or past it matters not
Apathy has replaced common sense
Our peers fall to pieces one by one
To turn over the rock exposes the worms
Our only hope is a blinding light that somehow changes the mix
Red tape has covered our eyes and bound our hands
The sensing greed has only heighten
As the hourglass falls nothing changes but the weather
Even while most sit and suffer in silence
Old Friends
There is nothing quite like a name to prickle the brain
Of all the times past and how we've carved our tomorrow
The mind certainly tends to work in mysterious ways
Hiding back these memories just under the skin
We daydream of days past that are forever etched in granite
Yet persist in the shadows just out of site, but never of mind
A younger time full of the glory of pure ignorance
When all was simpler and without any regret or true consequence
Endless thoughts flood back to us with just a name
To forget is purely human, but to remember
That can be truly divine...
Of all the times past and how we've carved our tomorrow
The mind certainly tends to work in mysterious ways
Hiding back these memories just under the skin
We daydream of days past that are forever etched in granite
Yet persist in the shadows just out of site, but never of mind
A younger time full of the glory of pure ignorance
When all was simpler and without any regret or true consequence
Endless thoughts flood back to us with just a name
To forget is purely human, but to remember
That can be truly divine...
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