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©2016 by Bury MIA.

Fools

 

Why can’t the fools that live in shame bathe beneath the crime?
These silly pawns are now the victims of "just" words to get a rise,
We agonize (we put our fingers at the roots of our hair),
We could do better (the roots come out, there’s nothing left).

 

I’m running out of energy to beg for an apology to change

(to change this novel life)

This life to something worthwhile.
I’m running out of every part of this hypocrisy to shake

(to shake, tonight)

This ball until I change its mind.


Why can’t the clinically insane climb above the rest?

We played the game and now the cancer’s grown too far to stop the spread.
We analyze (we put our fingers at the roots of our hair),
We can do better (the truth comes out with our regrets).

 

I’m running out of energy to beg for an apology to change

(to change this novel life)

This life to something worthwhile.
I’m running out of every part of this hypocrisy to shake

(to shake, tonight)

This ball until I change its mind.

 

I bleed the last that I’ve got,

I bleed it up til tomorrow,

I felt the last breath go,

Buried myself just to save you the trouble.

I’m running out of energy to beg for an apology to change

(to change this novel life)

This life to something worthwhile.
I’m running out of every part of this hypocrisy to shake

(to shake, tonight)

This ball until I change its mind.

Buried myself just to save you the trouble.

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