Memento Mori

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Professional Darling

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Little Sister

 
Hey little sister I heard you went to Mr. So and So,
 knock knock knockin on his door again last night, 
said you needed it bad- you know that ain't right
 'Cause so many times you've come to me cry-crying trying to stop. 
you said it hurts so bad But please don't let you go back for more 
My little sister is a Zombie in a body with no soul in a role she has learned to play
 in a world today where nothing else matters but it matters, 
we gotta start feeding our souls
 Not our addiction or afflictions of pain 
to avoid the same questions we must ask ourselves to get any answers
 We gotta start feeding our souls have been lost to the millions 
with lots who feed on addiction selling pills and what's hot 
I wish I could save her from all their delusions 
all the confusion of of a nation that starves for salvation
 but clothing is the closest to approximation to God 
and He only knows that drugs are all we know of love
 Every day we starve while we eat white bread and beer instead of a handshake or hug 
We spill the pills and sweep them under the rug 
My little sister is a Zombie in a body 
with no soul in a role she has learned to play
 in a world today where nothing else matters but it matters,
 we gotta start feeding our souls 
Hey little sister I heard you went to Mr. So and So's 
Knock, knock, knockin' on his door again last night 
Said you needed more

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