you rise in the morning
sink down at night
have no idea
what's wrong or right
and stumble and see
just how far you'll go
from dust you came
and back to dust you'll go
you learn the hard way
bit by bit
that you browned your masters
and treated loved ones like shit
and all the while
you'll say "I didn't know"
from dust you came
and back to dust you'll go
you embezzle the rich
and feed off the poor
then creep out backward
through the nearest door
you think heaven's above
and hell's down below
from dust you came
and back to dust you'll go
you cling to life
and your panic will abuse it
you don't believe
he who would save his life must lose it
but the last thing you'll learn
is the last thing to lay you low
from dust you came
and back to dust you'll go
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
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