Thursday, February 21, 2008

A toast to my disasterous campaign

You can only see what's real when you feel fake
Swallow a pill and throw out the sounds
Drown in some decent sleep and give up the deal
We were waiting against a wall for your shot
Your one bullet ruined it all
We give up
Time for secrets to be exchanged
Inside traders are our fast cash fix
I've got a sweet tooth for the bitter truth
Signals and signs that failed to catch my attention
My eyesight is pretty much gone and so are you
I wish i could have seen it coming
I'm sorry, but i was asleep
You should've left a message

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