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Johnny's got a grip on a life,
He sucks on the smoke from the in his pipe.
Wrapped his fingers, a noose is loosing 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, Carving his life
this somber song of
"Kill me."

Sally success M-O-N-E-Y
to block out the or the fear that she'll fall.
If she on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
Tightrope things, never stops.
Money means nothing 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,
filling your pockets again and
Selling your soul, your fill.
at straws, feeding your own will.
Killing conscience, empty, bereft.
Losing your for the world, you are left alone.

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