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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

   *VOICES*

As my footsteps fade away
Was I ever really there
If I dissapeared
Would they ever really care

Do I know my own name
Or is it just a word
Why does noone listen
Or am I even heard

As I open my eyes to the new day
All I see is death
Why could'nt we say sorry
As we took our last breath

Thes voices they control us
And yet they let us down
Enslavment of our own kind
We are lost but yet we're found

Again we dose ourselves with this deadly drug
We are lost inside
Weve fallen from the halo
And now we're left to die

So can you tell me wich road I am to take
Can you camly explian wich chains I am to break
Am I only human or am I something more I wonder all these things as I step out the door

These voices they control us
Yet they let us down
Enslavment of our own kind Bleeding out our sorrows as we lay on cold ground

Tearing off our limbs
Just to see our blood
Cant we just forget this
God, I wish I could

So heres the big picture
The one Ive always known
Weve never been alive
Nor have we had a home

The voices they decived us
To tinking that we're saved
The hand we trusted as a friend
Now drags us to the grave

*MISSMURDER*
Just a little poem to keep things interesting so feel free to comment on it and tell me what you think. ^_^
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