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Whore Rotting Corpse
You see it all,
shock to your eyes,
punch in the stomach is what you feel
what you experience is the losing battle between the good and bad
your good choice versus your bad choices.
choice to live, choice to die
choice to give, choice to lie
Live lost, die alone
Run to catch up to the losing battle of your sanity
Trailing behind the upper eshlon of society
Trying to catch the coat tails of the well to do.
Fuck supermodels every night,
Buy things you dont need
Drive the fast cars
Be the social scene whore that you are.
Dont let them see the truth behind the lies
the scars behind your eyes
the war between your good sence
and your false hopes
The realization will never come,
You'll continue
You'll never give up
You want it all dont you?
You want the world on a string
Bowing to your every command.
But i know somewhere in that falsified feeble mind
You know you will always be the second best whore
The second string quarterback
The junior varsity cheerleader
The cymbal player in the marching band.
I can see it, why cant you
I can feel it, why cant you
I can be it, why cant you
