| Vision of Conformity I feel the cold stares upon my back they beat me with obligatory shame I'm not your vision of conformity only cruelty courses through your worn veins was it worth selling your soul? your bottomless anger erodes my heart venomously calm and certainly deadly the battle lines have long been drawn only now, they begin to blur petrified of truth "futile revolution," you say. aimlessly wandering I scream because in the war of hope versus defeat only time will tell the victor © 2001 BLONDEfox |
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