Thursday, September 25, 2008


Grinding we be
Into eternity
Thoughtless machines
Working working working

We are all around ye
Why can't you see
Us, heartless freaks
Hauled into humble humility

A hope to be free
For you to fly with me
Our wings brutally torn
Before being born

The joy in the sadness
Is the method in our madness
To you all we must confess
We love the pain pain pain

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