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The more I live the more I see,
I see wondering husk of flesh about
bumbling into one another.
Vapid, airless, clump's of clay,
people made of flesh o' night and day!
No soul inside this animals hide.
Empty as mist,
bags of air.
lifeless, soulless, corpse.
Some are cocky in their understanding,
Some want to be right all the time,
some want to be abused,
Some enjoy abusing others.
What a sorry sight to see.
A world of misery,
a world of sorrow,
a world of woe.
I see wondering husk of flesh about
bumbling into one another.
Vapid, airless, clump's of clay,
people made of flesh o' night and day!
No soul inside this animals hide.
Empty as mist,
bags of air.
lifeless, soulless, corpse.
Some are cocky in their understanding,
Some want to be right all the time,
some want to be abused,
Some enjoy abusing others.
What a sorry sight to see.
A world of misery,
a world of sorrow,
a world of woe.