There is something in the air
My thoughts in the eyes of others
There is a lover that needs something
And my soul is heavy
Child like minds
Do not think, but steal
Theft is a fact of life
Who thinks These days
Its better to let the T.V.
Tell you how to live
Consume, eat away at this world
Buy up your cars
And a soul is so lost
It is worth saving
My own lust
Thinks it may be my path
Hold It
And save it form this
World
Yet I'm just as fucked
Or more so
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