some are born great,
some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon em
darkness at the break of noon
shadows even the silver spoon
the handmade blade, the childs balloon
eclipses both the sun and moon
to understand you know too soon
there is no sense in trying.
pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
suicide remarks are torn
from the fools gold mouthpiece
the hollow horn plays wasted words
proves to warn
that he not busy being born
is busy dying.
temptations page flies out the door
you follow, find yourself at war
watch waterfalls of pity roar
you feel to moan but unlike before
that youd just be
one more person crying.
so dont fear if you hear
a foreign sound to your ear
its alright, ma, im only sighing.
as some warn victory, some downfall
private reasons great or small
can be seen in the eyes of those that call
to make all that should be killed to crawl
while others say dont hate nothing at all
disillusioned words like bullets bark
as human gods aim for their mark
made everything from...
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