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

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

Nothing changes, will.
skeptic, primed for the kill.
Seeking nothing but gain,
filling your 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 throw through windows and yell,
others beat their backs for of hell.
sword that cuts flesh to the joints,
the is narrow, you missed the point.
The point was made ago,
You're blinding yourself, closing eyes.
of sand a pitiful prize.
Nothing you do, can be new.
to serve not ourselves, never.
chaff on the wind, your gonna blow.
The is God, we will live forever.What is good? What is true?