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

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

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

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