Feeling Like A French Fry

Read me my rights again 
I didnt get the first part 
Was it the thought of solem regret 
Some may think of you against 
Prison folded you twice and then 
Filmed, neglected, and punished ohh 
Why were those the factors left 
Functioning seconds in the war 
Bleeding a thunderous sound in definite 
 
against yourself 
against it all 
you again follow your sound 
not knowing why it were true 
that a fake was inside you 
 
and your father hear's your call 
while your mother sings along 
its nothing out of place 
its when ignorance is a bliss 
like when life couldnt get, any fuckin beter then this 
its life entertwined 
basically messed inside it all 
what the hell 
break me out inside this shell 
 
go! 
hey. 
some think me as moments caused 
not rightly folded or perfectly bruised 
well we all know what to do with them hoodlems 
do .do dododo .. do do dododo do. do.  
 
goodnight

by lonedevil on 13 Mar 2006 at 20:39

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