| Bad Conscience I lay awake in bed mind crowded, filled with tension calling shadows on the floor lose myself to find redemption raped and battered for all my strength I need to feed my cruel intentions I drift off to a time I knew long awaiting my due pension And who�s to tell me I can�t? And who�s to tell me I won�t? No matter what they say to me I�ll fuck it away like all my hopes and dreams Search my soul in need of pain lost my way long, long ago in my eyes I can do anything but my life has nothing to show how can I go on like this? ignorantly waiting to know in my eyes I�m everyone pride myself my only foe And who�s to tell me I can�t? And who�s to tell me I won�t? No matter what they say to me I�ll fuck it away like all my hopes and dreams |
| C. September 2000 |
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