All my friends have dwindled down to counting the fingers on my one hand
It's so hard to tell,
What is real who is who and where they've been
And what they plan on taking from me in the end.
All I am reflection and a product of what I've seen
And what may have happened to me,
All I've learned taking on the habits from choices of two stories I'll
Write down my own.
Random sermons I maybe tried to listen to too well
Making lifetimes full of promises from what I understood.
Afraid of a name - or book of reason for outcasts to -take on some shame.
For nothing more than moral fists shoved down their throats
Submission to a way of life
Random sermons taken much to heavily can fan
Just enough fuel for a fire burn a martyr for the cause
Afraid of a name - or book of reason for outcasts accepting some shame
Invisible strong arm of one subconscious under-lying bill of right
Wrong or right
Arms length too short to measure around another neck stand off
We go on just depending on our own regard for life.
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