Stefan Stokes

I'm still alone, and i am still lonely.
I got some friends, who don't really know me.
I got some thing, trying to control me and banks write me letters, but family don't phone me.
I got some whisky, and smokes getting thicker.
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The laws of man, the lies of many.
Repent now your sin! But you dont have any.
How small this god, to which you pray.
These words are just mens, and you are their slave!
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I watch you move on paper.
Your ink drips dark and stained my skin, your living picture i walk in.
Fingers trace your figure, it's a scale my hand knows well.
Sliding over steel strings, where your body swells.
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Is it getting better?
I don't know...
Do you want to talk about it?
Don't think so...
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