Cigars & Guitars.
I don't smoke and I can't hold a rhythym.
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Watch this puff of smoke...............
From the cigar.
Listen to me drop a note................
On this guitar.
...I don't smoke and I can't hold a rhythym,
Broke. just another victim lost in 'the system.'
This joke that I exist in this life I am living.
...I don't smoke and I can't hold a rhythym,
I just hope that with this, I can get you to listen...
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I follow as you walk, you swallow as I talk.
I wallow where you stalk... Hollow, I am forced...
I'm Puppet Mastered.
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I call myself a citizen but really I'm just a villain,
Omnipotent in this system of militant simpletons.
A victim of the dividends of historical ignorance.
Infinite in my innocence,
But cynically suicidal in this pit I call importance.
Impotent to this whorage of cordial accordance,
Bordering escape from this forced fortress of ordinence.
Being applauded by the audience,
With my aura of humanity utterly shattered.
Being hung drawn and quarted by their laughter,
Feeling puppet mastered.
Seeing other bastards orphaned by disaster,
Caused by the allure of 'happily ever after.'
Course after course... Chapter by chapter...
We're brought up to believe vanity'll be our capture,
Mirrors are 7 years of evil if we dare shatter,
A disease so decitful we chatter to its capter,
Face to face with our own Puppet Master.
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I fell asleep last night, what did I miss?
...It really had to come to this?
When I slept it was bliss, dreams really do exist!
Dismissed any risk of the abyss,
...Sit and reminisce and hit fists with the kids.
I listed the wishes I visited and the kisses I recieved from my sisters.
My wrists were blistered with the mist of roses.
My lips where whispering quips admist this bonus,
I took hold of the moment and said I'd never let go of it.
Then woke with a coldness feeling so lonesome and hopeless,
Being phony and bogus, un-noticed, unfocused.
Devoted as to why God soaked us in this moat of desperation.
Why he clothed us in this coat of exageration?
And why he knows that were locusts lost in infestation,
And still he leaves us to cope with this pain alone,
Not knowing where we're going, immune to our destination.
Impatiently running from place to place,
Hastely having fun! Wasting this life!
What's done is done right?
So I'll cry myself back to sleep again tonight.
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I'll fight my way back into sight of these dreams,
I'll enlighten everyday with playful screams,
I'll heighten the resistance of those set for existense,
I'll postition myself where I've never been.
I'll envision myself back into this dream.
I'll stealthly rewrite history, become a wealthy mystery.
An eccentic eclectic with health and a dynasty.
I'll get everyone to kiss me, and feel good that they miss me.
I'll visually create a defence of hate,
A fence and a gate to negate the walls of reality.
Then I'll wake and gently mistake this fate for my sanity,
Happily ever after questioning why the fuck it came to this?!
I fell asleep last night, what did I miss?!
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Watch this puff of smoke...............
From this cigar.
Listen to me drop a note................
On this guitar.
...I don't smoke and I can't hold a rhythym.
I'm just a victim.
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