Laundry for the Apocalypse - Limping the Dream

A fighter mad at the fight
A zombie scared of the night
You really don't get it, do you
The lady sang it with girth
This race was over at birth
You know I shouldn't care
But I got a sense of humor
Limping the dream
You're limping the dream
You act like some kind of saint
It chills you right to the taint
You're so narcissistically psychotic
Can't wait for your final dawn
So we can get moving on
We don't need another Christian hypocrite
Limping the dream
You're limping the dream
Limping the dream

Written by:
Aaron Sarlo

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