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Do you question my reality?
As if my truth is fallacy
I know I believe in cruelty
And I wish it wasn’t true
But as you question what’s inside of me
I can prove that it’s sincerity
It’s my only real integrity
It’s the needle in my grove
And you know I want to believe in love
I want to feel there’s a land above
But I’ve seen men die without amphetamine
Like a man convicted without proof
And I still watch strangers walk by
And I can see it in their eyes
That there is something that they despise
But the answer they would refuse
I know they just don’t know
And maybe I don’t either
But I know we never our happy
So we decide to dwell on leisure
But me I cannot indulge myself
Because I know that there are measures
I know I can’t sleep on feathers
While I am predicting the weather
And I’ve figured I’m insane
I now you think that I’m crazy
And someday I hope that maybe
I will find another suicidal baby
And then I figure we will be
The preprocessors for another society
One that could maybe someday respect me
As if I had a possible destiny
Or else I will surely die
But I guess that would be all right
Wouldn’t that be all right?
In a life so black and white
While you lounge back and criticize
The dumb and the wise
The phony from the trite
Because that’s all that’s left in life
