Look in the mirror, you see what you see Be what you be, lonely you know What youve done, let the sleeper play for fun And we drink the water, and we drink the wine We are the animals, we are the swine Let the keepers keep the time, let the sleepers dream so fine We read the notes placed in our hands Forged in the sands, from distant lands And let your hair grow and let them know That the dreamers can still shake hands But we live here now and it smells of death And the youth is wasting the Earths last breath But we can still dream and shake our hands And sing a song so grime.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 17:25:17 +0000
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