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Maybe Tomorrow

Fingers point towards incompetence
When someone has to tow the line
Without logic it doesn’t make sense
These parasites can’t grow a spine

Addicts gamble on sex and drugs
Whatever gets them through the night
Skin is crawling with corporate bugs
Keeping the real issues out of sight

Deathbed confessions eliminate lies
So everyone can connect the dots
Spider needs to catch a lot of flies
Weaving webs that tangle us in knots

Maybe tomorrow we wake up for real
With enough time left to finally heal
Written by DamianDeadLove (Damian DeadLove)
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