Land of the Lost

Cut me out for a piece of my own pie
My body doubts the reasons I give it to cry
I stand beside myself on a lake with laughter on my side
My funeral becomes a wake for your Ebenezer snide

And when we talk we can't become ourselves
Because of this lie we tell
This lie befell
And crushed our ego



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Wilson
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