You paint yourself with kindness
Although you're seething inside
Try to hide the jealousy, you have no poetic soul
I cannot deny I love you
Even though the set lights paint you on the outside
Your heart is dead and your soul rests
In the hands of the devil, you didn't learn your lesson
In the years of drinking, drugs
Drugs expanding your mind?
Yes in the instance of freedom of choice and resistance
Against big brother
There is no denying those facts just ask Jack Kerouac, Gregory Corso
Their thoughts of a better generation written in ink from deep within
Can you compete with them on screen, play the part from your heart?
I believe you can, you're a strong man with perseverance
But will you ever love a life of passion with another?
No I don't think so

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