Mixture

A woven vision
Cold features melt
There will be a calm but there will be no rest

If this is a game
I don't want to play
If you aren't lame then walk this way

An artificial decision
Check the mailbox for your keys
There is no reason to be like this
There is no reason to make a fist

If this is a game
I don't want to play it
If you aren't lame then walk this way

Would you feel hurt if there was a hole
A timeless world is out of control

This is the game but I don't know how to play it
I am so lame
I walk not but swayeth
2005 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally

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Written by Emperor MAR
November 13, 2005
Lyrics & Poems