Sunday, May 3, 2009

Doped

Pharmaceutical prisoners
Once envisioners
Made mind slaves
Of a grave fate
But too late learn
That what was earned
Seaking some status quo
That now it's all they know
Will they see their cell
Or is it too late to tell
The things missed
In doped up bliss
It's not the way
So turn around
Hear the sound of today

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