Lonely Hearts
So many lonely people,
in a world full of life.
So many lonely people,
filled with personal strife.
Afraid to face the music,
when the music's just for fun.
Afraid to face the music,
as though on the run.
They call it freedom of choice,
when they have no freedom at all,
they say they have a choice,
but they don't hear the wild bird call.
They are summoned by the cult,
of their favorite master friend.
They have succumbed to the cult,
and his twisted lies, no end.
Hollow, lonely people to no end,
searching for the promised land.
A horde of lonely people to no end,
never finding anything but shifting sand.
A Ticket to the Club Courtesy PNGEgg.com
So many lonely people are chasing after rainbows
and never getting back into life.
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