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In a bottomless pit, gunshots, drugs, and disease rob me of guilty,
Company in this case is accquianted with misery.
From rich to poor to the center of the hierarchy,
Power granted from money is ran like a monarchy.
As time passes by and stars arise, I look to the skies,
How will I make it through the night?
Observing from this light, nightmares torment my mind as I hold my pillow tight.
Chasing dreams isn't all that it seems with a guarantee of desire and company:
I open up my heart and my eyes just to see
That society accepts majority by popularity;
I always fall short in that field to a maximum 3rd degree:
Strike one, strike two, and strike three render my chances to believe, be, and succeed.
Where oh where is there a place on earth for me?
My breath is shorter and the new world order certainly has no sympathy/
Do you agree??
If so, take some advice from me
Life is a beautiful disaster and we are all lost in the sands of space and time,
Shatter and break through the place that holds you in one spot;
But you just may not.
With all that I've got to give, and all that I've got to say
There's too much drama to put the wrong words away,
And so every night forever, I shall pray....
That this beautiful disaster may not take me to the grave.