Ravenous wolves to the injured prey all following the trail past the end of day. into the night chasing the scent...monsters of monotony

Aging every second to the beat of a drum, weakening in the race just to be replaced. at the end of the pack still looking ahead visions of luxury filling the artless head...just keep going until theyre dead.

Few watch from the sidelines, but those who do pull the strings, enjoying, laughing, but not making a scene.

Reavenous wolves to the injured prey all running on the treadmill past the end of day, into the night, chasing a dream...slaves of monotony
give it some structure so it flowss.
i don't enjoy reading songs in paragraph form

Oh, and holy shit.
"...aging every second to the beat of a drum..."
Last edited by Stiffy714 at Nov 3, 2008,
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that's a bump bro. not allowed in this forum.

head directly to the the top of this forum and read the rules.


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