Love and war,
blood and gore
I cannot find the holy cure
Gridless...Godless
Helpless...Hopeless
I have seen it all
empire buildings fall
Cynicism, atheism
bitterness and burning gall
Tired of hearing angry men
pretend to speak in lines
tired of hearing hippies
who are tired of hearing lies
And perhaps I'm just a bug,
who shakes his fist at The Machine
Who is merely trying to...
keep its windshield clean.
How I wish for wrong and right,
shades of gray
against my skin
Nothing true in sight.
So I'll stay up all night
and watch
the
sunrise
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