Their sick twisted ways
In and out of the grays
Not black and white
Definitely not right
So we must fight
Fight, fight and fight
But where do we get
Nowhere in all this sweat
So settle down in the middle
Right on in between
Then ya can hear all the pathetic screams
From the top and far below
Oh how low do we go
What does it all mean
It has all been seen
The same thing over and over
Sick like calling over Rover
Nothing ever changes
Nothing really ever rearranges
The pathetic rigmarole
I have a new goal
The End
DMM
8/22/2008
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