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the awful truth spending nights awake alone
staring out the windows
seeing faces in windows up and down my street
walking out the world seems
dead, the city sleeps
but in my head
there's a picture
playing.

the playgrounds these days are all remodeled
silver steel replaced by blue plastic
there is one question that we all keep bottled...
but could you ask it?

well, i'll try:
why. do we spend these nights together, separate?
why. do we think that we could make a difference
and. if this is true, then, really, what's the problem??
there's fucking issues here why can't we solve them
why. do we perpetuate the legal killings
why. do we build more bombs to make it easy?
why. do the people never understand
the loneliness i cannot stand
the freezing rain, a shattered heart, some broken chords, a warped guitar
the dissymmetry in every life
the wails of grief;
the sounds of strife.

it seems that the news is getting uglier each day
the metro section is nothing but murder and decay, around
the city cops are fucking clowns
i see the hobos lying down
the poor guys can barely speak for shit
and no one gives a fuck about it.
kids on corners jumping me
when trying to push legitimately
and with things today, it just seems to me..
there's no loyalty in anything

it seems that the days are getting longer every night
but the summer solstice come and gone
the twilight don't feel right
is it something with the time we find out we're wasted right
i fucking think this life of mine is ripe.

well i know that i paint it hopeless
but that's really not my aim
motivation is the word today
i'm just trying to stay sane.
honestly, it seems hopeless
living day to day
in these shit jobs in these "cities"
the only thing we know as "ok"

but i'm waking in the morning
and i fall asleep at night
i figure if i keep the routine straight i'll be all right so i
let another needless insult fly
and i let another moment pass on by
and i'm sitting back at two AM
i really don't know who i am
i write to you to help me out.
is this really what this
life is about?
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Casey adult swim and nerdiness 060628
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Ouroboros briefly beating down the darkness for the ever fleeting moment of OKness- repeating until death. the awful truth that there is nothing to loose, but no where to go. 100501