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CodeRiotCodeRiot Posts: 115
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i hear the sound pulsing
the familiar old rhythm
creating a sense of outward push
a strange old momentum
I'm feeling you coming
all over the airwaves
it speaks to me in lengths
and I know you've got your brain in the right place

speak into the microphone
tell us how you feel
fucking give us what we need to hear
to satiate our appetite
our inner thirst for something real
in a world that's so surreal
you're a beacon of truth
you were born to heal
I tried to be a better me
In the end I looked like the rest of them.
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