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

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

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

Some bricks through windows and yell,
others beat backs for fear of hell.
sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
The point was 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, your gonna blow.
The Lord is God, we will forever.What is good? What is true?