The last of the batch of three new tracks written and recorded by Ieuan John Sharp, a.k.a Sharps Chill all rights reserved/copyright 2009. Lyrics: Two many people live from the third, they would rather stick with the hurd, left felling quiet obsurd, livin your life day to day, listening to everything they say, all you want is for them to go away, The anger builds and consumes you, The People come to see right through you, You end up alone, Left in your own zone, Felt like you lost it so many times times before, slamming the door, left wanting more, acting like you know it all, never stop to think at all Hiding away from what they say, Its gonna catch up someday, I say HEY!...try to preach on me your negativity, cause you cant let go from gravity, you'd rather live in your agony, accused me of bein enticed by Christ, do gooding fool on the heist, you'd rather chastise, than open your eyes! And You cant see, a friend ill be, and religion just, aint for me, heaven may be, but that we can't yet see. I tried to show you are sick, but you deem me a lunatic, youd rather give out critic limerick, So piddle on the puddle of your worldly worry. then run off in quiet a hurry, you got even less, and left quiet a mess. And if you gonna rip all that i do, I aint got the time to spend on you, I got much better things I need do.
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