One of US.

Sun, 12/08/2013 - 23:26 -- jbrad

For my teachers, you're doing your job.

Free is what you make but you never stop.

To the school I'd like you to be out of a job.

One day, you'll see how you messed us up and now we can't stop.

The countdown is coming now for us to figure out just how

we were getting robbed.

The hamster wheel never quits for it's too ill instead of too real

so we will be the first spoken of because it's our part

and your fault.

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