what's trust in a (self)-driven world?
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what's worth when a skewed view is all I've held
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anchored here I plea for embrace
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alone I'm here, with none to give me my place
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they've said once and time again
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how life is in some master plan
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but dreams still speak of death
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and life still rots of yesterdays left
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cauterized - the part of me manned lust for life
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beheaded - the life inside once drove the man alive
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inside the faulting dusted hide
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beside lies the wretched face of what was my faith
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in man in truth in all sacred things but me
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and who am I ? a speck of fecal spirit fallen- death
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so here I voice a void of spending useless word
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and here I lie among? - alone - in waste
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torn from the hands of giving men
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the rest are born to take and waste our life
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the arch does break and fallen are we who dared
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to breach the shells of self-deceit and flee the call - subjective retreat
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this rhyme of living lies in hindered sight of dreaming right to
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living life as if it were real as if we minded
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integrity as if all that I showed were to be replaced
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with what I really was to be?
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before the storm of life killed what (I thought) was truth
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I did spit on lesser men who lived to take and make for their own
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then life itself looked me in the face and took my faith
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is there some chance I'm alone in my empty way?
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Alone In Waste
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| Carrier Flux |
