Slave

a slave to impulse set your desire on fire can't take your eyes off the flame and all you dream of is fame bleed the eyes that victimize - a cannibal, an animal your feigned compassion slips with every word that passes your lips where then where will we be when there's nothing left to heed you are not your compassion - so much thought with such little action

how does it feel to know that everything you can do has been done before so many times before how does it feel to know that everything you can say has been said before so many times before