The Heart of a Nation
by:V. Martin
What is it like being a man with two hearts
Which is which? How do you tell them a part?
Do you have a soul for each one of your feet?
Does one rest while the other keeps the beat?
Why do you need to live two lives at the same time?
Especially when one is way past it's prime?
Could you go on if I took back my pride?
The rest I can live with out this I will confide.
I am use to being void, of having less then most.
They can't take what you don't have, or so I boast.
I can laugh at what scares the masses
and no I don't need any fucking glasses.
I've engulfed the endless space of an abyss
a black hole has been swallowed by my emptiness.
How do you rest with two consciences, split?
It's like Obama running on the same ticket as Mitt.
You may get a president but you for sure get a vice.
Why not gamble this country, here let me roll the dice.
Of course they're as loaded as any pair.
If you take the time to compare.
copy right 2012 by V. Martin
