The King is Alive, But who is he?
I walk the streets of desperation,
As I look for elements of life,
The hat I wear, is skull and bones,
represents my shame,
but life is found, on the borderlline,
The borderline of love and hate,
not pirates, buccanners,
the city of champions needs a leader,
one who can gets us past the gloome,
the gloome, of years of mistrust,
and the deception of lust,
sin, sin, sin, all over my pen,
win, win, win, please come again,
if noone cares, noone dares,
the pain prepares,
for another day lost at sea,
forgetting is probly the best method,
techonology of the soul,
vs,
technology of the body,
anotomy, isn't that what they call it?
lies, lies, lies, lies,
the truth will not compromise,
hey more power to ya,
but for the sake of years 2 come,
let the drugs wear off before the over kill,
I lay still in my bed wishing I had,
just one last chance to look in to the eyes,
of the loveing forgiving god that never dies.
Extreem Walking on the Borderline of Desperation
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