got skipped a decent job
what a pillar of imagination
i thought it would actually work
but my emotions fail more then action
look at me now
im just the shadows of what it use to be
it doesnt matter
im a shameful painting
but i dont frown upon it
you let me down
misinformation held me down
i struck it over and over again
and it all drifted
my name gathers away from what you know and your mouth
youre a different formation from my first glimpse
dissapointing the tact for all meaningful things
you help me seek that
the dawn of fate, what a piece of work
its fucked
we all see the error of that
but i was the last one
yet the only one who gave a thought... even a second
god, you can be so hateful
the hate breeds in me
as you exclaim, "get down on your knees
and take listen to my command"
bowing "yes sir"... my own private lap dog
flesh and body for your prestigious little cliche
it's nothing but bodies to give good stare too isnt it?
its always the same and nothing but
crushing tiny egos away
obliteration... greivance
left dead of reasons
except one...the love for you
Mike McVeigh
10-03-02