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Johnny's got a on a blissful life,
He on the smoke from the dope in his pipe.
Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is slack,
P.C.P. gun to the head,
strangling his forearm to fill his veins smack.
half a or a barrel full of lead.
Grasping at straws and coming up empty, with his life
somber song of hope:
"Kill me."

Sally spells success
to out the world or the fear that she'll fall.
If she on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
Tightrope things, never stops.
means nothing from a 40 floor drop.
Her security blanket has worn thin,
she's in the closet from a rope of her own sin.

changes, nothing will.
Always skeptic, for the kill.
Seeking but selfish gain,
your pockets again and again
Selling your soul, your fill.
Grasping at straws, feeding own will.
your conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing life for the world, you are left alone.

Some bricks through windows and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
Two-edged sword that flesh to the joints,
the path is narrow, you the point.
The was made eons ago,
blinding yourself, closing your eyes.
Fistful of sand a prize.
Nothing you do, can be new.
to serve not ourselves, never.
chaff on the wind, your gonna blow.
The Lord is God, we will live forever.What is good? What is