2003-04-11 - 8:46 a.m.
Will
Gathered here, the lackeys sit
talk shop and eat some more shit
as if no one felt the trace
of our own disgrace
We slide our contempt right through
cracked jokes and who's fucking who
Leaving, one voice asks me why
I reply that I have lost my will
to mumble in the dark
and I don't care
if I stumble into those
best to forget
I will not shed a tear
for my own demise All heads pointed towards the floor
No eyes converse anymore
When's the last we saw the sky?
Is it there? And I have lost my will
I kept it in a jar
I found one day
had been reduced to glass
that stabs my heart
Blood drowns the question "Where's the strength
we thought you'd never lose?"
It's in the john
with the ice cream and booze
Is this all aspirations have left?
Nausea spewed out with my regret
for all We must look like packs of fools
jumping to unwritten rules
that stress we will never fly
I know why 'Cause I have lost my will
to use these dusty wings
It's not stolen
I gave it freely once
exchanged for a path
I arrived where I must part
So I go
What now? Car, dry, will no longer talk
so, I guess, I'll get out and walk. . .
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