Another papertrail
Infuriate my sense of dignity
the facts of fame revealed to me
that the corporate image machinery
is deemed higher than
the truth in throathless graves of the lesser man
You're singing about negligence while you
never had your selfdefense defied
You're screaming about the fight of life when you
turned your spinless back before you second-tried
Never let
the truth lie dead
as
cold rehearsing of hell yet to come
mournfull morning's dawning can as yet be made undone
hands with in them
holes of love
invoke a sense of living R.E.M
with highlights raining down from the sky above
and
As I now look back
on the papertrail I've left behind
I smile about what I feel
it's just the wanderings of a youthful mind
but than again, at least I'm real
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 oktober 2004 | ||
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