| Buried Alive
I see the walls are closing in, and now my sight is all so dim. The hands of time, have crossed my mind, so let the games begin. My inner child's, runnin' wild, my mind and soul as one. It's just my style, dark and vile, To face the day and run. But I can't see how world peace, was free to turn the other cheek. and to say the least, the Middle East, is now the dying breed. they're buried in this under-world, Babbylons' pearly gates. Buried alive six feet under, so it's time to clean the slate! Cuz we're living in the darkest hour, But America has over-powered, so lets set the record straight! Copyright �2004 George Alan Lawson II |
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