I work hard

We hone the hell, keep it real

zoning toward a deeper well

Leashed as well, to sleepless dreams 

The kings and queens pull all the strings

Im just a cynic, I want no part 

Couldn’t give a fuck about the art

Shits all the same. We’re all to blame,

Sum up reasons to hold the shame


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