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slave
Lost in the core of a crowd
consisting of maniacs on rage,
I find myself dwindling in
a dark haze of confusion and shame
There's no exit, no back door out
Only something in relation to the
Underground Railroad
Slaves...
I am a slave
The new age, everyone seems to enjoy,
but I want out. Out of this mess
Is such a thing even possible? Or
do I have to break through -- myself?
Crumbled insides, crumbled me
Lost spirit, lost dreams
Just a slave[/font]
consisting of maniacs on rage,
I find myself dwindling in
a dark haze of confusion and shame
There's no exit, no back door out
Only something in relation to the
Underground Railroad
Slaves...
I am a slave
The new age, everyone seems to enjoy,
but I want out. Out of this mess
Is such a thing even possible? Or
do I have to break through -- myself?
Crumbled insides, crumbled me
Lost spirit, lost dreams
Just a slave[/font]
Published 25th Nov 2009
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29th Nov 2009 3:44am
good take on the slavery of self, really could half-relate to it. Little Jumbled, But Enjoyable. :)
29th Nov 2009 6:13am
