Fine Gould
Fine Gould
The righteous man will stumble hard.
As the crooked man steps over him.
The right way seems the long way.
The wrong way always seem the best way.
Your conscience numbs.
The saliva wets your desert dry mouth.
Flies buzz around you forehead.
Because your brain is dead.
The constant humming is the internal though drowning out the sound waves.
As you do the right thing remember.
The only one who cares is you.
And the voices inside your head.
The righteous man will stumble hard.
As the crooked man steps over him.
The right way seems the long way.
The wrong way always seem the best way.
Your conscience numbs.
The saliva wets your desert dry mouth.
Flies buzz around you forehead.
Because your brain is dead.
The constant humming is the internal though drowning out the sound waves.
As you do the right thing remember.
The only one who cares is you.
And the voices inside your head.
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