Into Reality

Lies, lies we tell ourselves to get by
Everyone is standing in their windows
Hoping to get noticed, but everyone is too busy
Ignoring the people in their shitty lives
A generation raised on hiding, despising
Falsified documents made to look like lives
Every ones opinion locked away in a data bank
What did you do today?
Nothing the same as always
Who wants to hear the truth, infliction
What you mean, the words get twisted
Infections, choose properly or be torn down
Shit upon, dragged around and forgotten
This is the world in which we live our lives

Layne Ambrose

Speaking of… we have twitter handles… and we can be found on Instagram… well I can be… because I’m the most sociable of all of us… and that isn’t saying much… also most of us have souls… still very much on sale… to be honest though most of them are worn pretty thin… but if you need a soul… I’ve never needed one… but if you need one beggars can’t be choosers… and we’ve got a couple of good ones left…

Ambrose…

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