Sick


written by Tim S Poma

I’m so sick and tired of this carless abuse
Sick of dying for there tattered golden noose
But one thing they forgot is we’re all on the loose
Looking for a way to derail this little red caboose.

It is now time to unify and watch our flag ascend
As we stop the lying and stop playing pretend
Quiet the mind to find truth that our spirit Devine
And remember were all still alive and still dying.

Every time we reach for the light in the distant stars
They build the wall up higher and add more iron bars
Now no more mister nice guys we told you this before
Once we awake we will be standing at your front door

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