And I won't ask you to die
There's not much that's original
Just evolving through time
A new faith A new healing
The stars entwine
A new grace A new feeling
A nothing divine
In dreams genocide Nature's my guide.
Take all of your pride and go and die
Closed and twisted by ignorance.
Dimly wearing a smile.
Pleading guilty of innocence
Forever taking awhile
Effortless struggle for sustenance
Jewelry in a trash pile
Your penny save is now my 2 cents
A madhouse is no asylum.