| Fate Worse Than Death
Deep in the depths, my foots in the door. A fate worse than death , and you're beggin'for more. A pillar of society, too little too late. A month of sundays, to seal ones fate. Beat a dead horse, fresh as a daisy. Armed to the teeth, now sanities crazy. Caught red handed, boggles the mind. The doom is sealed, with an axe to grind. An irony of fate, at the drop of a pin. With necessary evil, the fools rush in. Dead as a doornail, colder than ice. Limp as a rag, and hateful is nice. Uncharted seas, as free as a bird. In seventh heaven, eatin'your word. A fate worse than death, as clear as mud. Lead to the alter, flesh and blood. Copyright �2004 George Alan Lawson |
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