The man walks sullenly up the hill
Hoping for a change of heart
To come frivolously climbing
Like a pestering vine
From his balls to his brain
Sadly,
I don't know
How many people will go
To the ends necessary
We're all in the same boat here
In the end
It doesn't matter
End of will
End of an age
People flying
Like pink pigs
Crying
Death so close, but no one knows
How to die
Could this be any more morbid?
Sadly, the jaded man
Knew all the truth
Walk with me and listen, he says
The shit-stirrer walks among us
Wishing to stir some shit
We all have shit to stir
The stirrer knows how and will
Suck it up
Little boy
Be a man
Withhold those tears
Watching death, so repetetively
on the tv screen
Shows me morbid fantasies of another realm
I like them, he says
I abhor them, I says
I am split, I knows,
He knows
Sands in the hour glass
So are the days of our lies
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