Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Peoples,Peoples,Peoples

We're doing it all wrong
Trying to make everything right
You can either play along
or take up your weapon and fight

Don't matter what you say
there will always be one
who's gonna scream nay
and then the battle's just begun

Some seem so blind to the world
they can't even see themselves
so angry words are hurled
from the glass house in which they dwell

I don't think anybody knows for sure
I don't think anybody knows what's pure

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