Dead From Two Lions At the Cherry Tree

I lose my voice more and more replaced by what you think I mean it doesn't matter to me I lose it every day all my faults and beliefs Just keep pretending you have something inside you don't as i continue the search for true believers who want to save and help and fix and save me from the controversial damnation a true soul mate among the players trying to look so pretty but i loose my voice more and more i'm told what to say influenced by your emotions torn into waves and complexes i don't wish to be what does it matter to me go forth ghost spread the damnation go forth spread the ultimatum, send me to hell or heaven like you think you have that power over me and i lose my voice more each year as you twist and turn me and i become something i never intended something within discovered another life lesson for me to understand to the jokes im not telling to the riddles you're not comprehending of the wickedness inside of everybody who remains innocent as i die on this page because he came into this world tore me apart from limb to limb like man stuck at the cherry tree two lions from the past and the future the seasons change with my tears and i keep dieing but i'm just a dead man safely living amo0ng the living to take you there with commercialism of a sucker patrol to poop the party and you twist and turn my words to prove to yourself i am something i'm not and you are better than me another rant another injustice nothing hidden between the lines like Easter Sunday with no eggs what can i say as you parade your voodoo you practice on automatic cruise control stop the insanity!