A Poker Night

im walking like a ghost through the rooms of my house
i feel more and more like i dont belong / here anymore

i need things to happen but im so scared of the future
im dreamin awake of how it'll change my world / to leave this place

im tired of living / in memories / and plans that will / never be done
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i want some action but there i am before the screen
doing nothing but writing songs that draw / uncertainty in my mind

wondering if these unmaterial creations
would keep my dreams safe or if it'll plunge me into / a deadly selfishness

im 19 / and i finished my growing / and im starting / to rot
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because i already miss my childhood
and the innocence of learning when i wasn't caring about / the troubles of the world

and the question of survival in today's jungle society
i wont rely in some deep mystery hidden / behind the clouds

im asking for / a grounded answer / with strong roots / bound to the dirt
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money is that ultimate filth that rules our souls
seems dirty enough to me to be that dim / renewed testament

bible written on dollar bills for scratching monkeys
jumping around national buildings claiming / their slice of the cake

but who's got the little / red cherry / that represents / honesty?
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certainly not the little men big-headed
and big-gunned for they're too short and could never fit / in their underpants

riding the world in hummers with little flags
on every angle and walls of cameras / make me wonder about their job

politics or comedy the split is easy especially for muscle-man
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yea make believe a desastrous scenario
and go on warrior of victory you'll be a hero for history / and for your bank account

you'll have your statue carved in some mountain side
what a pride you'll get for this patriotic / activism

nations and religions / gambled in / a poker night / in the white temple