Friday, September 18, 2009
where are your balls ? need them after fall ?
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No Superman.
we're all the same,
assets to shame;
someone to blame,
to how blood came.
theres no fuckin crisis;
you are the bias, miss.
there no superman,
accept this bold ban.
theres no superman,
brace yourself; he ran.
these decieving eyes, they look.
for what to burn; n what to cook.
surrounding walls,
and stripping balls.
step. don't just stand;
for any helping hand.
theres no superman,
theres no superman.
worth a stepping stone,
we'r'all gonna die alone.
there is no resistance,
stop the persistance.
route hand yourself,
or handle the truth.
route hang yourself,
my dear, dear Ruth.
shamming sling,
jamming fling,
broken string;
cutting spring.
theres no superman,
but long live; you fan.
live your lifeblood life,
stab skin, use the knife.
now you're thrown,
noone of your own.
take a shower,
solve a now-er.
free the spirit,
every minute.
don't wait,
to be bait.
theres no superman,
this ain't no la la lan.
make love, not war.
want more, more.
make war, not love;
bring yourself above.
dig up in the action,
don't be a fraction.
no more faces,
edged spaces,
direct places,
riding paces.
no supeman, no;
don't stay, just go.
leave the world,
with it unfurled,
hang the knot,
its what we got.
;[signed]
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