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Death of the Ego
I never thought they would figure me out
How could they find me in the layers of illusion?
I never thought one could completely turn about
So many pleasures, I kept them in confusion
Now after all these years, it has come to this
I push the same buttons, but their minds start to think
They’ll kill their ego in their search for pure bliss
I flash the bright lights, they don’t even blink
They’ve turn to a silence, and peace as they start
Repelling my luring by turning their backs
Inside they are peering, down deep in their hearts
They’re through with my lust, they see what it lacks
It was a great run, we sure had some fun,
I’m crucified like Christ; they now live through God’s Son.
Copyright ©
Bill Baker
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