Fuck the masses- Who smoke the opium- To fade themselves to one shade of gray- And smiles- On broken box springs- I say, I’m going to go there with you- To enjoy the same things as you do- Then I’ll take a step back- And ask why- Nobodies is going to own me- Nobodies is going to tell me- For this I say- Lets take a tour of this world we live in-Birth sign: Libra
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