I'm heading down a mighty mile
Before ten mighty miles
I think I'll exhaust my success if I get there
I don't know if I can go on
Like this..wrapped in chains so tight
Wrapped as if it had a purpose
After I collect social security
And my chains mean nothing
Cause I'll soon be gone.
A wiseman before he's dead
Has to tear apart
What he's built up..
A history of Truth that he decided
Time after time.. has only to become dry tired
Of the water that comes after
Twenty years of life going down the road
And then he breaks it apart
It's on the cover of a Magazine
You may be sorry for this..
You may be sorry..
But it's a Hollywood ripoff
You'll moan your confessions
And sow a new one
Just before you're in a hole in the ground..
Above the Funeral Pyre - A Star (by Seung kim)
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