Friday, February 5, 2010

Perhaps

Perhaps this is living
Or do I exist merely in rumor
Word of vicious mouth
Or poisonous pen to paper
An image found in the written words of forever

However I am
These are the songs I write
On behalf of all thats ever gone wrong
I incur the weight so the struggle can go on

It is written
It is written forever
This the absolute choice
This is the song I must write
Push past the bureaucracy
Past the tradition to find the truth

Perhaps I never really existed
In the end a digital copy of walking trauma
Via vile Media broadcasts my courage undone
Measure worth wordly in an image's acceptance

However unbelievably imagined I am
These are the songs I must forever write
On behalf of all thats ever gone wrong
I incur the weight so the struggle can go on

Perhaps I never make a difference
Wrapped up amongst the rumor mill's poison
Could I mark our way out of the untruth's maze
Or are we forever doomed to believe whatever is written

It is written
It is written forever
This the absolute choice
This is the song I must write
Push past the bureaucracy
Past the tradition to find the truth

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