Scars that stretch past elbows
Too opaque to be called paint
They now are little jots
And memoirs
Rings in the limb that relive days spent
High enough to be relaxed as
Corruption wrecks my life
And now you be my ride
Through lips of liberty
The youth shall tale the deeds of suicide
Build an elevator through the sky
The name is suicide
And the elevator was the plan

Didn't know for real where it would go
Got on, pushed the button in
And said home

I'm your creator elevator
And you owe me big for this
I'm the one, lift me out of here
To some place with a difference

Corruption wrecks my life
And now you be my ride
Through lips of liberty
Tomorrow shall tale the deeds of suicide
Build an elevator through the sky
The name is suicide
And the elevator was the plan

And If your bags look
The same as they did before
Oh well, is it any wonder

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Writer(s): KURT KARGAR HEASLEY