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2005 how many times...
how many times,
do I have to cross this place to be normal again
stupid acts of living a lie
confronted by my own taste and smell
how mnay times...
how many times,
do I have to cross this place to be unbalanced
suspended in a life of madness
unsupported by my own sight and sound.
how many times...
how many times,
do I have to cross this place to be conscious
polluted to the extent of disintegration
immobilized by my own acts of touch.
hey,
i like this one.its kinda similar to what i ask myself... "cuantas veces are ya gonna continue fucking up", but i say it my way. :P