Friday, July 24, 2009

Spinning Cogs

All we can see is all we can hear

Where do we draw the line between

monotony and mindless nothingness

revolutionary thoughts

spinning cogs that mean nothing


The parade will keep on rolling

The charade will tumble and stagger

It's all see through

It's all the fucking worst

We are all tied to this


Trying to keep our heads up,

the struggle and the bitter fight,

We throw away all we were given,

all we had the privilege to ignore.

Just give me a fucking reason.

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