Tight rope rapped,
Around my skin,
Scratching against me,
Walking clowns across it,
Is the job that I had been asigned;
I spend my life watching others,
Playing with thoughts and ideas,
That would have been mine,
If I could've been bothered to think;
The weak are used,
The strong abused,
And the young,
Are taught to fight,
Taught to wrong,
Who ever is right,
The old die slow,
While the rest,
Are executed;
Steal all innocence,
Bottle purity,
Sell it at market stalls,
For a convinient price;
I dream of lakes of fire,
And oceans of mists,
While the young die hard,
And the rest sleep with me,
I buy a bottle of purity,
To see what it's like;
The weak are used,
The strong abused,
And the young,
Are taught to fight,
Taught to wrong,
Who ever is right,
The old die slow,
While the rest...
The rest are executed;
(I didn't lose my innocence)
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