Damn the sound that breaks the bond
Damn them all, them all in one
On the precipice of inadequacy
They chant
And they tell you there is nothing else to worry about
Those fucking bureacrats
They have nothing more to live for?
It's not a statement of waste
If there's nothing being wasted
Unless everyone wastes away to nothing first
So they chant
And they learn how to defend themselves
No longer unprepared for the worst
And the worst
Those fucking bureacrats
Can blow the big one
While their opponents roll a big one
On the outskirts
The rest are just waiting
For the crusade
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2 comments:
im slightly confused.
i say you write about being my guest. haha
i wrote this before that day, :P
THAT one is coming soon :)
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