Keep Spinning , by coby Subscribe to rss feed for coby

Living in a pukes existence 
With your nose to the grindstone 
Not really getting any where 
Nothing man with his no where plans 
Its insanity it heredity 
Work like dogs for what 
Enjoying life is against the rules 
Always working for the bigger high 
Chasing happiness 
Not really getting any where 
Jealous of every one who's not sucked in 
But your happy still 
With your some where attitude 
And your self deluded sanity 
Its madness 
Not really getting any where 
With a mind so closed to reality 
Susceptible to lies and never knowing truth 
That life is a spinning wheel 
Not really getting any where living in a pukes existence 
Posted: 2010-01-16 18:32:35 UTC

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