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The saints are calling upon you again.  Who are you, my one friend?



Lost, alone, confused?



Please buy a yourself a self help book

And croon all night to the moon

Lives are ruined by choices and

Brains that are overused



Let me spit upon the ground

All the words I cannot let out

Let me survey a pathological

Loser and find

Mentality is frail



I ask him a question and he sits and hyperventilates

doesn?t say a word,

Just disturbs me with his wheezes

I go home to breathe and find

We all have the same diseases



Letting it out, letting it in

I?m toxic waste recycled by the millions

Inside our boxes,

We call the rain outside timid

And then we hate to get wet



Letting the concrete set

I call upon god,

I rally the troops

Lives are ruined by time and

Brains that are overused