Offset Printing High 2002-09-02
I want to shake you all Out of this societal narcolepsy Slap the haziness away Until the illusions you keep Surrounding your heart like a protective shell Flake off and fall away like dead skin I want to fill your heads with so much truth That there's no more room up there For double-standards Piledrive your puppeteers Until the strings break And you are finally truely free To move about in time with your Will Break through those barriers That out-dated tradition has placed over your eyes Like blinders They keep you from seeing anything Except the lies you've been taught ~Matt Magus
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