my voice as opposed to letters on a page
the feeling carries over
the feeling of potential
that i am going to do everything
fly above an orange city of toys
chasing the contagious atmosphere
the sinners are still learning
and there are no cops around anyway.
what does reality have to say for itself?
i peed into a cup driving down the highway
and was thankful for the other drivers
but i was just born with these legs.
i choose to think less of the law
the static of trying to be heard fades
in and out, makes the day long.
laughing alone is the only justice
you're knifing the world
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this is your voice