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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,
his forearm to fill his veins with smack.
half a or a barrel full of lead.
Grasping at straws and coming up empty, Carving with his
this somber of hope:
"Kill me."

Sally spells success
to block out the world or the that she'll fall.
If she steps on some toes, an eye for an eye.
climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
Tightrope things, conviction stops.
Money nothing from a 40 floor drop.
Her security has worn itself thin,
she's in the closet from a rope of her own sin.

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

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