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Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Poisonous Thorn


I came into this world, nothing but a clean slate
But didn’t take long for the world to fill my plate
Filled it with its lies and all its corruption
Filled it with its dark images of destruction
Showing me how to lie, steal, and cheat
Stuck this all on my plate, the only thing it gave me to eat
So with this, the world started to form me
With each experience it began to mold me
All starting with this thing called love
How it’s always there until things got tough
Because we stand at the altar and say those “holy vows”
Really we’re just lying straight to our future spouse
The world telling me that love expires
Because this world is just filled with cheats and liars
Telling me that I just shouldn’t trust
That all my decisions should be made purely on lust
Find a nice girl with a nice little booty
Because the only thing that matters in this world is beauty
And now that I’ve got this hot little spouse
I need to go work on that palace like house
Just focus on the money, ‘cuz it can buy happiness
No need to be nice, ‘cuz the world just loves sassiness
Just have to destroy and rule all that I can
Because power is the only thing that can make me a man
And there is no way I can say how I feel
Got to keep acting fake, ‘cuz this world just ain’t real
There’s no way I can show any emotion
Nah, this would start too big of a commotion
That would just show me to be so weak
But that’s old school, like an antique
I’m too busy trying to create this persona
Until I am more fake than Santa
But at least Santa brings us toys
While we’re just being puppeted, trying to be a “real boy”
But, at least now we’re so powerful
Got all this money to make our lives so wonderful
Have all these girls rushing, looking for some gold
But when the money’s gone, it’ll drought like the dust bowl
So I guess money does buy happiness
For without it, life i just emptiness
Like my slate when I was first born
Before it was stung by earths poisonous thorn

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