Struggle

Posted on April 6, 2011

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    It’s a song.

      Struggle
      By Emma Lynn Matthews

      Struggle, struggle no more.
      Lay down you arms, let me open the door.
      Don’t you know? This life’s a dream,
      Nothing can be quite as it seems.
      Oh! The poison shiny apples
      Oh! The poison shiny apples

      In your ancient ivory towers
      Count your money like the hours
      You’ve been feeding off the masses
      Hoping everything collapses

      Struggle, struggle no more
      Your words are falling apart on the floor
      Can’t pick them up, from where they’ve strewn
      They turn to mud, you turn to ruin
      Oh! The poison shiny apples
      Oh! The poison shiny apples

      I can’t wait to bring you down
      To see your feet firmly on the ground
      You can’t fight your own gravity
      When your world is all you see

      Struggle, struggle no more.
      Lay down you arms, let me open the door.
      Don’t you know? This life’s a dream,
      Nothing can be quite as it seems.
      Oh! The poison shiny apples
      Oh! The poison shiny apples

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