The Great Race (Master And Slave II)
We're all kings, but we are worthlessAll alive, but barely breathing
Where are we to go, when the sun goes down down down?
We're all young, and we are restless
On the run, and we are serpents
I'm telling you, we all are going to go down down down.
We are all going down to the great race
We are all going down to the great race
Bury it down and under me
It comes around, and circling
It's alive and it's a head of me
Hear that sound? it's discovery
Bury it down and under me
It comes around, and circling
It's alive and it's a head of me
Hear that sound? it's discovery
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.