Wasted Time

Morning

Kids waking up

Parents going to work

How about you go ahead and suffer under the curse

Why;p--p;p-- it seems so small?

I haven't got a good look where corruption is just

the symptoms of something bigger at work.

So every morning comes and goes

And people do their thing

Until it hits the afternoon

and this is what they sing

Afternoon

Ok. This is what the afternoon brings

When I truly believe that rest is peace

Cause pieces won't repair if

projectiles are thrown so why do 

you think you slick, when I can use

you to mop the floor?

Stop being so ignorant

Now look at me straight

Cause when I see you,

You are being run over at

the Interstate.

Fight me, fight you, fight them,

cause you know that they will be done

with you in the end.

 

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