RIP RJD

Too Sick to Pray - Alabama 3

No politicians, just compasion
Celebrity, its out of fashion
Innocence dont take a thrashin'
On the playground floor.
Constable paints awesome skies,
Intead of macing suspects eyes
Bankers pay is justified
and all nations come in peace.
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch tower;
Lighting up the beacons
to bring our riders home
We are gunmen all,
the guardians of the watch tower;
Lighting up the beacons
to bring our riders home
Sun rises on the village green
Not digitised on a flat screen
Lovers kisses can be seen
Darkness holds no fear
Everyone drinks socially;
Not because they're crippled emotionally
and all our sleep is trouble free
wrapped up in caring arms
We are gunmen all,

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Are you a dreamer
Head in the clouds
Got a "good job"
Ah you must be so proud
To sweat like a pig
To wear yourself thin
So you can judge
Without looking within
Modernity makes a whore of your soul
Screw you modernity
You're now getting old.

Words
Stuff
Things
And that
Wondering why I joined this app
Hope
Nah
I'm too old so know better
Love?
It's a joke
Rather buy. a new sweater
Banter?
Not that either, I'm too tired,don't care
Why do I bother then ?
You might entertain
But I doubt it
People all the same
Cynical yes
Anti social as well
Don't believe in heaven
Don't believe in hell
No hopes
No dream
No money desire
Just a pot to piss in
And a dwindling fire
No pity required
Your sympathy not needed
I told you years ago
About clouds getting seeded
But you all called me crazy
And point mocking with your eyes
Guess it must be you
Who is living the lie
So save your time
Nothing to see here
You keep wasting your time
And I'll give you cheers
Words
What a waste
Of a beautiful mind
Going insane
Every single time
Judgemental yammering
Another fool in the wind
Don't look love or like me
You already put me in the bin
Thanks for the lesson
It won't pass unlearnt
Words
You thought I was
But never
I weren't
Words
Fin.

Dying inside