Monday, July 18, 2005

Not quite a "One Man Army"

Take these plastic people
Read their lips, now let it linger
Is there anything that makes them sound sincere?
C'mon tightly hold your hand
Take a deep breath, give them the finger
Are you worried
That your thoughts are not quite clear?

I believe in something
I don't want to remember falling
For your lies

Unbutton your clothes
Undress your soul, show them your vigor
Are those inhibitions easiest to fear?
C'mon take this gasoline tin
Head up high , walk like a winner
Let the bare feet be the last sounds that they hear

-Our Lady Peace

I do hope you enjoyed that, my amazing group of sycophantic, circle-jerking atavists. May the world continue to be the grand litterbox that you so masterfully create on a daily basis.

Kisses!

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