Soap - 2010/09/16

Metal in my mouth and gun in my hand
Time is pulling on the final strand
Imprisoned up on high left for dead
By the intruder meddling in my head
Is she on her way and did he summon
Truth from which I have been running
Incapacitated yet entirely in control
With our insanity now taking its toll
My hand is his the gun belongs to me
Yet I just pulled the trigger you see
For the time has come to forever quell
Machinations driving the world to hell

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