Practice with preachers from the years in the dark.
Your moments are fleeting without a new spark.
So rap on the doorframe and beg for reprieve.
Though watch for what magicians keep up their sleeve.
Paradise is but a state to claim.
Too many minds have gone down the drain.
Simple lie hidden amongst the masses.
None of us our holding passes.
Its why we’re always outside looking in.
Wondering if this is for what we’ve been looking.
Some say yes but I say no.
For these figures are bodies no longer living so…
Pull out the figments and cast them in piles.
What is being kept are personal files.
Means to an ends which you won’t enjoy.
The way we are treated is not unlike a child with a toy.
Paradise is but a state to claim.
Too many minds have gone down the drain.
Simple lie hidden amongst the masses.
None of us our holding passes.
Its why we’re always outside looking in.
Wondering if this is for what we’ve been looking.
Some say yes but I say no.
For these figures are bodies no longer living so…
Do not falter and fail.
Out of this there is no prevail.
Jury rigged and fading fast.
Into this part we have been cast.
Notes on paper made to control.
That is the fews endless goal.
Its why we twitch and scream,
And get labelled as the unclean.
Paradise is but a state to claim.
Too many minds have gone down the drain.
Simple lie hidden amongst the masses.
None of us our holding passes.
Its why we’re always outside looking in.
Wondering if this is for what we’ve been looking.
Some say yes but I say no.
For these figures are bodies no longer living so…
Simon A Jackson - Writer 