The rooster crows
as the young whore blows
shadows are to daylight as the stars are to the night
envy the demised
whom with closed eyes
Can no longer see what damage they've done, but as scars to seal the wounds they've opened...they play their new roles well
Oh me, Oh my
the fat's going to fry
When the secrets concealed are soon revealed as the liquid fixation breaks down the walls
Time will pass and you care less as your middle expands
as you sit on the couch, with the remote in your hand
The message comes through loud and clear, but the volume isn't on
(why do they find it appealing, rather than appalling, to watch themselves waste away)

09/24/2001

Posted on 09/24/2001
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