<< : 2003-11-15 :: 10:33 p.m. : >>
Why give to the Obyess.

Senseless, he speaks and the words are void.

Yet I trusted him with my soul, thinking kindred, I found instead a coward.

Beware little girls, beware.

His words are toxic to the body, a condradiction in his ideas.

A laybrith of deceiving himself, while dragging you in.

He adores the attention, as he protest his intelligence from pompus lips.

Making himself a misunderstood master, but it's still all bullshit.

Judging like God, while spouting how you failed his disillusioned tests.

Oh but he's rightous in his frame of mind, he's opened minded, although your opinions you should hide from him.

They're all labeled with categorys, and preconcieved notion, considerably unconcerning to a Nortedamaus like him.

He's Michealangelo building his walls of depercation, be careful not to call him on his content copout he drilled at as his hindering sickness.

You'll see him as misunderstood, although you being mindless will never get him.

Why because you see more than he will ever.

As he hates the world, he'll burn you in it.

Although you'll try not to give up on him, oh...you'll try to save this broken man.

All the hope, and life you try to give he'll gobble up because he is the obyess.

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