What's Wrong
the story tellers
and folk tales
and the family storys
living on the road
everythings made
to hold you there
frozen in your room
and if i take your advice
hay then i'm you
the circus
and freak show
always having to go
faster
hurry up
we're not there
and it's the things
we hold so dear
it's made to kill
like trusting your neighbor
always more power
it's a need
killing you
who cares
i can kill you
with a button
if your gonna
i'm already dead
the people rule
when they move
as one
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2009
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