Searching
Ever get tired of searching in this maladjusted world?
I'm a zombie walking street rat
And my heart is full of bombs
I'm running away from Sunday’s mass
And I’m the forgotten one with a gloomy stare
I’m searching but, instead, I destroy
Somebody is gotta help me, please
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I want so many toys
My love keeps me afloat
Move out the way now before I explode
I never feel sorry
Neon lights at the end of the night
Happens to be my story
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My fight is keeping me alive
Someone, please get me out of this jive
I gotta save my soul
My baby got me out of a hole
I’m a forgotten piece of meat
Walking in the butcher shop
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I wear cleats
To race to the top
I’m searching but I destroy
Get out of my way you little fucking toy
Let me drop this bomb
On this rusty, sadistic machine
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By Bazooka Teaches
About the Creator
Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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