We are all just prisoners can’t you see
Our whole lives on plastic for all to see
The illusion of freedom we all hold dear
But freedom from illusion we all now fear
Surrender our secrets and the way that we think
Our lives are not our own it’s time to rethink
You need your plastic everywhere we go
Without it your just another John Doe
Like jews with arm brands and stars on their chest
They know how to track us it’s what they do best
Glass houses and workplaces all transparent
All that we are is all too apparent
Lose your plastic and fade from sight
Fly under the radar and take respite
Devoid of all feeling a shell of a man
No baggage to speak of all part of the plan
No discernable features as bland as the rest
No id or papers he does not exist
He’s working fulltime not that you’d tell
He finds all the sinners and sends them to hell
A knife or a gun the tools of his trade
The scene in his head has already been played
The morgue may be filling but he cannot stop
His list is still full he’s just at the top
The police have no motive not even a clue
He is good at his job this much is true
The street is his stage the people his props
As the knife exits another one drops
No one gets spared no plea bargains made
All reason is tempered with the edge of his blade
The angel of mercy or angel of death
All sinners beware he wants your last breath
My head it spins the ground it shakes
This has to be my worst mistake
To find a love as bright as day
Then turn my head and walk away
So am I selfish or insane
Or is my foolish pride to blame
I’ll show the world my stone cold heart
And tell them all I can’t be hurt
Ice cold blood runs through my veins
Yet still I know the taste of pain
I thought my walls were there to stay
But one by one you tore away
Too many now I see were there
Through selfish pride I did not care
So up they go built nice and high
At least this time no one will try
I have no heart no sole to take
I cannot love so I’ll learn to hate
Alone I am alone I’ll stay
A loner now I’ll start today
spook
We are all just prisoners can’t you see
Our whole lives on plastic for all to see
The illusion of freedom we all hold dear
But freedom from illusion we all now fear
Surrender our secrets and the way that we think
Our lives are not our own it’s time to rethink
You need your plastic everywhere we go
Without it your just another John Doe
Like jews with arm brands and stars on their chest
They know how to track us it’s what they do best
Glass houses and workplaces all transparent
All that we are is all too apparent
Lose your plastic and fade from sight
Fly under the radar and take respite
Sep 13, 2008
spook
Devoid of all feeling a shell of a man
No baggage to speak of all part of the plan
No discernable features as bland as the rest
No id or papers he does not exist
He’s working fulltime not that you’d tell
He finds all the sinners and sends them to hell
A knife or a gun the tools of his trade
The scene in his head has already been played
The morgue may be filling but he cannot stop
His list is still full he’s just at the top
The police have no motive not even a clue
He is good at his job this much is true
The street is his stage the people his props
As the knife exits another one drops
No one gets spared no plea bargains made
All reason is tempered with the edge of his blade
The angel of mercy or angel of death
All sinners beware he wants your last breath
Sep 13, 2008
spook
My head it spins the ground it shakes
This has to be my worst mistake
To find a love as bright as day
Then turn my head and walk away
So am I selfish or insane
Or is my foolish pride to blame
I’ll show the world my stone cold heart
And tell them all I can’t be hurt
Ice cold blood runs through my veins
Yet still I know the taste of pain
I thought my walls were there to stay
But one by one you tore away
Too many now I see were there
Through selfish pride I did not care
So up they go built nice and high
At least this time no one will try
I have no heart no sole to take
I cannot love so I’ll learn to hate
Alone I am alone I’ll stay
A loner now I’ll start today
Sep 13, 2008