Time
Don’t tell me
You’ve heard it before
‘Cause you haven’t heard my side
Don’t tell me
You’ve seen it before
You haven’t even looked
Into my eyes
As you thrive on hatred
My flesh will be scarred
You brew your
Plastic factories
As I frame in your tomb
As you breed like mad
I see overpopulation
Dark clouds of gloom
Don’t tell me
You know what I mean
You’ve not even a clue
The thought that we
Tread on borrowed time
Is so painfully true
Jimbo 10-18-99
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