Goth Brooks Fm2 Kick RocksWhat are you made of?
Who's your creator?
Who comforts you?
When you sleep?
What animates you?
Who do you pray to?
Are you the master?
The master of all that you see?
You dance around the fire
Of such transient desires
You bow your head
To a decaying ground
Your TV, your sensuality
Your magazine cuts me
Like a million bodies washed out to sea
What do you live for?
I see you worship yourself
And everything that they taught you to be
StewieLove Nascar # 17 favorite driver, Self employed in home repair. Women, Tattoo's, Nascar and Drinking My Father Shawshank Redemption