unworthy

Agent of Truth, more like Avatar of Lies.
In too deep to come out, nothing left to shout.
TURN BACK WHILE YOU CAN!
Life's yours to command.
Choose life over truth, for the only truth is death.
It's too late for me, i already know,
How deep the mind is, and how far it goes.
I've got no soul, I've got no control,
i find peace in drugs, isolation and rock and roll.
That isn't real, that isn't life,
i want to have kids, maybe even a wife.
But I'm losing face, in this fucking monkey-race.
I've got no place, no sleeve-hidden ace.
But still I walk on, better than being gone.
Feel the warmth of the sun, look for innocent fun.
By the light of the moon, a twisted cartoon,
a tragic clown, smile to hide my frown.

It's never too late,
not even for me,
but look, i was wrong,
so how right can I be?
shout at the doubt,
yell the hell out.
then count to seven,
and breathe in the heaven.

I'm a fool for a rhyme,
and a stomping good time,
and a little word called hope,
and a little plant called dope.

we've all got our gifts,
that make us unique,
no two are the same,
and no one is weak.

move on without fear,
it brings only pain,
move on without drugs too,
and you might just stay sane.

do what you must,
do what you will,
we all turn to dust,
we all need to kill.

there is nothing more,
important than you,
look deep in yourself,
you'll know what to do.

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