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 Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 2:42 pm
I'm writer, with no rights
I'm a singer, with no call to fame
I'm a beggar, under the city lights
I'm the one who's never called, by her first name
They make you shave your head
Make you want to be dead
They sell your words for pocket change
They shoot your eye out in close range
And mama says it's going to be alright
Oh and father says it's just pure dislike
And like all those things, the things we hate
All we can do is wait
CHORUS
We are in dystopia
The land where all bad dreams
Make you scared and make you piss yourself
And puke by all means
We are living in dystopia
Eviction signs on every door
Where the spirit isn't letting loose
And neither is your core
I want to live to be free
Of all the b*tches that see me
And laugh and tease with their perfect hair
I remember I'm intelligent, and that's very rare
Oh please Oh please
Take my apologies and take my words to heart
Don't let me go have a better life
I know I'm not that smart
So take my soul
And take my brain
Make me go insane
Laugh and watch as I go swap
Some shoes for hand grenades
CHORUS x2
{THE COMING PART SOUNDS BETTER IF IT WAS A OPERA SINGER PERFORMING}
Dystopia, the land I call my home
Dystopia, DYSTOPIA!
The land of war, where the thefts are born!
CHORUS
But when you leave you are always wanting MORE!
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:17 am
I like the meaning of the words you chose strung together, and each line has a speacial meaning that I'm able to understand. However, you might want to see if you can change some words around to make it flow nicely. Of course though, this is a song not a poem, so I guess it really depends on how your singing it.
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