See that girl coming near,
As pretty as a rose...
I sat today in front of my computer,
I finally let go of all the future...
Those who argue with sheep
are shammyclad in basic black...
Pulled in by glamour,
The fame becomes addictive...
Like the golden glow of the setting sun
Does this time represent the fall of man...
As I watch time pass me by.
I stop n' wonder. Why don't my angels ever fly...
As long as there is no revolution forthcoming,
pray then for the breakdown...
Stand up,
Let your voice be heard...
I live my life as a stereotype.
Labels are place on me like I'm a product you can...
I wonder what Martin would think,
if he took a look at our generation...
We've come to a point in our time,
Where there is more fatal crimes...
Silver spoon with a
Distinguished sheen...