Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Cut Throat Circles

It's time I found myself around those,
who compose better ways of life.
The show, the drama, how long can it last?
These people are the broken hand,
and I am the cast.
The dividing actions you take,
are the ones I don't follow.

Tread along with your cut throat circles,
the robots who don't think for their own.
The talk, the trouble, the foolish acts.
I am not a fucking clone.
I have my eyes, I have my sight,
and I'm on my own path.

I stand alone, with the wolves.
We'll conform, only for pretending.
Cause we're wolves in sheep's clothing.
Separate myself from the games you play,
I once knew you, but now I saw the light.
You're were just an escape for a way out.

The views from outside prove me right,
you're just a child in a shelter of yourself.

Tread along with your cut throat circles,
the robots who don't think for their own.
The talk, the trouble, the foolish acts.
I am not a fucking clone.
I have my eyes, I have my sight,
and I'm on my own path.

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