False Profit
Your little revelation has
revealed to me
Everything you wish you were.
Have your conversations
left us deceived?
If so, why do you concur?
Why do you believe...
In the world outside?
In a sun that shines?
Especially on your little town?
Should I receive...
your hypocrisy
and just let it take me down?
Your slow movement
Is showing me
how quick things really are.
Your dreams of clay
Keep you confound inside your little jar.
You define the role of the sloth
Put your hopes and dreams in a basket
Pray for some way to set you off
In your alabaster casket
Knowing that I won't be there
When you end up nowhere
revealed to me
Everything you wish you were.
Have your conversations
left us deceived?
If so, why do you concur?
Why do you believe...
In the world outside?
In a sun that shines?
Especially on your little town?
Should I receive...
your hypocrisy
and just let it take me down?
Your slow movement
Is showing me
how quick things really are.
Your dreams of clay
Keep you confound inside your little jar.
You define the role of the sloth
Put your hopes and dreams in a basket
Pray for some way to set you off
In your alabaster casket
Knowing that I won't be there
When you end up nowhere
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