Dispicable me
Need I not say
Just learn to play the game
Hit one out of the park
Now living in the 18th century in the dark
Being forced to use your imagination again
Do you wish for quality or quanity?
Nothings cured...
It can only be managed
So you go to your legal drug dealer
Sign your name on blank paper in blood
Now call it even
All drugs legal or not are corupting your very soul
No stopping the enevitable
No dealer has safety as a main priority
Its just a frustrating vicous cycle
Oh, at least your laundries done
While coming undone
Do up the buttons
But nothing matches
You begin to lose sense of reality
Your surroundings are just a fuzzy glare
Pumped full of enough pills to knock out an elephant
Attempting to reases your enviroment
While other beings are playing toss with your brain
You can feel your brain going on short circut wires
An electrical storm is ragging in your mind
In hopes to find the ancient relm of a lost civilization
But there hidden in the many layers (of skin)
Just watch out before someone pulls the pin from this deadly granade
In hopes of winning this war
But there's no horizen
Your minds still playing tricks on you
I regret the anguish that I suffered from the church
No comfort for the questioner no solace for the lost
With rules and hypocrisy engrained in the folds
Of vestments golden -
I regret the bigotry of those times - no mercy for the sinner
The smell of incense sweat and fear
Garbled mutterings paying dear
Saving souls from extra torture
Hiding secrets from the world
Little infants buried outside little girls incarcerated
In the laundries of the Magdalen – starching sheets of rich mens’ linen
Feeling guilty for existing –
No eyes meet mine
To tell the sorrow of their lives