Them

by Aussie   Jan 18, 2006


Nobody is truly there
everyone is mindless
i show them the truth
but they are blinde
i tell them the truth
but they are death
walls block when they need help
there's
no door
no window
and no hole to through
no dictionary can explain
the truth
i use all my power
but all just pass
by as smooth gentle wind
i want to give them my memory
but i cannot
they say they know
but inside never listens
to the truth
they all think the same
their minds are too busy focusing on it
they command as slaved
they follow as zombies
they re lie to on it
away from the truth
away from home

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