Colonel Failure Deserved It

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All I knew, all I believed
Are crumbling images
No longer comforting me.
Scramble to reach higher ground,
Order and sanity,
Something to comfort me.

I take what is mine, and hold what is mine,
Suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine.
Soon the water will come
And claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind,
And climb to a new place now.

This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.

   Tool, Flood

Do you believe
In the lies, the lies, the lies that shape your world?
Do you believe
In your own, your own, fictitious immortality?

The world wonít end while you walk the earth
And when you realize that your life donít matter
Youíll turn to something to help you forget
That youíre only young once, old forever

And we become what we hate
(Donít think of us)

     -Screeching Weasel, What We Hate[/size][/color]