Weekly Song #30 - Fruit Flies

from by Roger Heathers

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There seems to be some type of poetry
To the people that you label pedigree
And everyone who wears your uniform
Seems to fit your crooked world so perfectly

But don't let them know how good it feels
When you see them start to bend and fit your mould
Oh, it's a reasonable person who can walk away from this

We hover 'round your life like fruit flies
Waiting on the cocktail of arsenic and sugar you provide
It shouldn't be so easy to abide
Just waiting on the antidote of lazy nano-lies
You could take the bones out of the skin and I would still say nothing
It shouldn't be so easy to oblidge

You see shed into a hard skin
And mark my narrow lips against your own
There was a time you could depend on me
To sacrifice myself each time you go

So God forbid I be another one
Who speaks his selfish mind so gracefully
Oh, it's a meager occupation that we serve so fruitlessly

We hover 'round your life like fruit flies
Waiting on the cocktail of arsenic and sugar you provide
It shouldn't be so easy to abide
Just waiting on the antidote of lazy nano-lies
You could take the bones out of the skin and I would still say nothing
It shouldn't be so easy to oblidge

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from Weekly Songs 29​-​42, released January 21, 2018

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