Insight
Insight
In no will I am named
To a birthright I have no claim
I rummage through the lives of man
Foraging from them what I can
Right from wrong it’s hard to tell
For I’m still holding the keys to hell
Call me guilty, I am not! Lock me up until I rot
You’ve viewed the past & still can’t see
Call me guilty & I shall be
The thread of life that keeps us sane
Is beginning to show signs of strain
Triggers released within our minds
Creating stutters & vacuous time
Call me guilty, I am not! Lock me up until I rot
Line your pockets with filthy change
Allowing the guilty to be free of chains
Not a dime, have I left to pay
For all my wealth was stole away
But in the end, the good book speaks
We only sow what we can reap
Call me guilty, I am not Lock me up until I rot
If reality is what I perceive
Does yours differ from what I see?
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