Propaganda
01-17-06, 09:44 AM
http://forums.sohh.com/showthread.php?t=668971
Stood there pondering why he'd want me to figure out who I am
In a barren land like after the asteroid struck the Yucatan...
I puked and ran for my horse, sun stroke's the source of my sickness
It sets west, this nameless pet went north with the quickness
Serpentine thoughts have certainly cost me alot in the business
And private world, but I'll try to change, God as my witness
We stumble on a pond with something decaying, vultures are circling
The dead figure held a note, my search results are now worsening
The paper simply showed an arrow to the opposite direction
Ripples distort the image, thought it's water's obvious reflection
But that's my body...about 20 years ahead in age
Cursing God, how's a desert oasis a better place?
The image fades away, I berate my fate, betray the father
Dismayed with religion, I rip the Pope like Sinead O'Connor
This trip got me insane like blotter, came to my senses
Not the heat that got to me, my mind strained from the essence
Of darkness looming, so I start moving sly with craftiness
Doused with rain I rise past clouds of pain to skies of happiness...
Stood there pondering why he'd want me to figure out who I am
In a barren land like after the asteroid struck the Yucatan...
I puked and ran for my horse, sun stroke's the source of my sickness
It sets west, this nameless pet went north with the quickness
Serpentine thoughts have certainly cost me alot in the business
And private world, but I'll try to change, God as my witness
We stumble on a pond with something decaying, vultures are circling
The dead figure held a note, my search results are now worsening
The paper simply showed an arrow to the opposite direction
Ripples distort the image, thought it's water's obvious reflection
But that's my body...about 20 years ahead in age
Cursing God, how's a desert oasis a better place?
The image fades away, I berate my fate, betray the father
Dismayed with religion, I rip the Pope like Sinead O'Connor
This trip got me insane like blotter, came to my senses
Not the heat that got to me, my mind strained from the essence
Of darkness looming, so I start moving sly with craftiness
Doused with rain I rise past clouds of pain to skies of happiness...