Every day we starve while we eat white bread
And beer, instead of a lightsaber.ג€ or hug.
We spill the pills and sweep them
Under the rug.
My little sister is a zombie in a body
With no soul or role, she has learned to die a world today where nothing else matters.
But it matters, we gotta start feeding our souls.
Hey little sister I heard you speak, to Mr. So and So's
Knockin' on his door again last night
Said you needed more....
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