Judgement
One life to live and it doesn't last long.
I want to do right but I find myself always doing wrong.
At times to get by I am forced to sin.
They say that losers lose and only winners win.
Each day the world grows a little colder.
Life is hard when spent constantly looking over your shoulder.
There are many different paths to succeed,
some are Bankers, others sell weed.
To judge others is not our task.
Many angels are devils who only hide behind masks.
No matter how clever thier disguise,
on Judgement Day the soul tells no lies.
So don't throw stones in a house made of glass,
for everyone has some dirt in thier past.
I want to do right but I find myself always doing wrong.
At times to get by I am forced to sin.
They say that losers lose and only winners win.
Each day the world grows a little colder.
Life is hard when spent constantly looking over your shoulder.
There are many different paths to succeed,
some are Bankers, others sell weed.
To judge others is not our task.
Many angels are devils who only hide behind masks.
No matter how clever thier disguise,
on Judgement Day the soul tells no lies.
So don't throw stones in a house made of glass,
for everyone has some dirt in thier past.
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