Alien Zoo

Rookie (FEB-16-1990)

Grey Is The New Good

In search for an answer, my eyes are done looking
Relieve of my anger, my ears feel like washing machines
Sleep tries to take over,
but I demand it answers tonight

I can not take the judging worries of man
The pointing fingers, the tongues that spill their words
From the highest point, on a pyramid made out of glasses
Pouring out the finest bottles of shame, that have riped for ages

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