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Weighing Up The Options.
We all walk these shallow steps,
that lead to our defeat,
some of us wear sandals
the others drag their feet.
We've squabbled for a meaning,
with pens, sticks and knives.
But all those men in cloth,
who read their book of tales
are replaced by magic boxes,
as we turn our faith is fiction.
Now friends can be imagined,
and still effect our lives.
And money is a meaning,
that every man can make.
A strictly measured legacy
weighted and counted well.
Houses are our gravestones,
that lay on suburban graves.
These signposts tell us nothing,
but we follow where they lead.
These paths are an illusion
by those that came in front.
We keep away the evening,
with mirrors and vibrations.
The sight of freedom scares us,
but it's meant to set us free.
Stockholm syndrome prisoners
in a jail of our society.
There never was a meaning,
and that’s what sets us free.
