Johnny's got a grip on a blissful life,/ He sucks on the smoke from the dope in his pipe./ Wrapped around his fingers, a noose is loosing slack,/ strangling his forearm to fill his veins with smack./ P.C.P. spells gun to the head,/half a syringe or a barrel full of lead./ grasping at straws and coming up empty,/ Carving with his life/ this somber song (Texts of songs ) of hope:/ "Kill me"/ Sally spells success M-O-N-E-Y/ if she steps on some toes, its an eye for an eye/ She's climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,/ to block out the world or the fear that she'll fall./ Tightrope thins, conviction never stops./ Money means nothing from a 40 floor drop./ her security blanket has worn itself thin./ she's hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin./ Nothing changes nothing will./ Always skeptic, primed for the kill/ Seeking nothing but selfish gain,/ filling your pockets again and again./ Selling your soul, taking your fill./ Grasping at straws, feeding your own will./ Killing your conscience, empty, bereft./ Losing your life for the world, you are left alone. / Some throw bricks through windows and yell, others beat their backs for fear of hell./ Two- edged sword that cuts flesh to teh joints,/ the path is narrow, you missed the point./ Fistfull of sand a pitiful prize./ You're blinding yourself, closing your eyes./ The point was made eons ago,/ chaff in the wind, your life's gonna blow./ Nothing you do, nothing can be new./ What is good? What is true?/ Seeking to serve not ourselves, never/ the Lord is God, we will live forever.
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