Thursday, May 27, 2004

The mind of the world is a temporary file 

What you see is what you get
All is in your mind: match game set
If you have visions of revolution
Start with your bodily constitution

Death scratches us with it’s claws
The clock melts in it’s gentle jaws
All must come to it’s ferocious smile
United we rock the boat for a while

Revolution will come to you
Nothing more no thing less
If all the things you have to do
Aren’t anymore up to you

Brave is the one who finds one’s grave
Whilst surfing point break on a living wave
Don’t have to swim, don’t have to run
Just, stay cool at the barrel of any gun

shared by: Captain Zero


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