Spitting nails at a wall
Won't give you much peace
Need release in a positive way
To prevent the decay of your
Soul is your goal not a
Wild-goose chase of a rat-race
Self-seeking, back-breaking
Bloody disgrace
We plant the seed to fulfil
The need for some kind of
Hope to help anchor your
Dreams into schemes that'll
Hold you up till you
Care to share what's been there in your
Heart - play a part in the plan
To deliver a splinter of truth to
The mind of the man making
Strife with this earth while
He takes all the soul out of life
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