we are slaves to no emotion
we are masters of no devotion
except the meaning of life, the notion
the dark red vile of deadly potion
its the drink of life, the red pill
its what will make u see the light over the hill
its the water wheel inside a mill
the heat element in a grill
it starts the creation, sarts the flow
it moves your mind, moves your soul
puts it to one side to make room fo the big metal pole
the one ur gonna use to take the life of a hoe
the one ur gonna use 2 take the doe
from the till of the neighborhood tesco
now that you've taken it there's no turning back,
no way to fix up and get back on track,
its all because of the qualities we lack,
the silly notion of emotion,
it seems to us as improbable as devotion,
to those who have taken the potion,
that dark red vile, the reason for the corrosion,
of my mind, my heart and my soul.
(P.S. any1 tell me whats in the vile? =P)
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