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chard · 02-17-2009, 11:30 AM

the whole world is going up in flames
cant say i know whos to blame
back stabbing is rife through the ranks
the man at the bottom whispers thanks
the man up the top with his glass full
is counting his cash while talking bull
power given to a small man will corrupt his little head
and every one close to him will end up poor or dead
hows this possible in this day and age
everybody knows whats written on the next page
how can the people prevent this from happening again
may be we could vote for someone who is actually sane
have you ever seen a sinking ship
with a whole nation screaming on it
knowing they are all going down
know one to save them there all going to drown
its all out there ready to be taken
mans progress the technological age
in all its faults it should not be mistaken
for another begotten page
every colour hits my eyes
the shapes and the sketches
paint flows from my brush
an instant million it fetches
find your way or be left behind searching for a clean nappy
the sun doesnt always shine only those who are truly happy.

02-17-2009, 11:30 AM	#9 (permalink)
chard Music Addict Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: england Posts: 390	crackled the whole world is going up in flames cant say i know whos to blame back stabbing is rife through the ranks the man at the bottom whispers thanks the man up the top with his glass full is counting his cash while talking bull power given to a small man will corrupt his little head and every one close to him will end up poor or dead hows this possible in this day and age everybody knows whats written on the next page how can the people prevent this from happening again may be we could vote for someone who is actually sane have you ever seen a sinking ship with a whole nation screaming on it knowing they are all going down know one to save them there all going to drown its all out there ready to be taken mans progress the technological age in all its faults it should not be mistaken for another begotten page every colour hits my eyes the shapes and the sketches paint flows from my brush an instant million it fetches find your way or be left behind searching for a clean nappy the sun doesnt always shine only those who are truly happy.