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“Don’t Worry”, said the salesman with the cheap suit and the cheaper grin, desperate to make his last pitch
What comes around the cycle repeats around itself, Escalation of time preceded by the focus of oneself, Enough it has, enough it was, and enough it'll never be. Why though ?
There are bulldozers on the moon run by burly men. They dig through the translucent flesh pulling up marshmallows and leaving pools of caked blood. From down here they form a rabbit
They want to help the minority, Why not start with the majority. We've got corrupt corporations,Taking over the whole nation. Monsanto is for sure a tout, Suing all the farmers without a doubt.
It's mean when people make money from miseryIt's mean when people make money from my miseryIt's mean when people make money from your miseryIt's mean when peopl
It's not that hard to stand and fight when the war isn't a physical danger. What we're fighting against aren't armies and guns and soldiers. Though we fight with just as much might and anger.
notorious for advertising secret eyes hide behind corporate lies, trademark mind trust in me & faith you'll find silky smooth, underhand politely rude fashion sense
The youth have a caring wisdom we discard, The vast expanse of their world stretched out So beautiful, young minds yet to be marred With the reality of ego, money, and clout.
We are anonymous so we will never end. When it gets quiet, that's when our fight begins. Prepared and aware. For peace and for love. Yes, we want our guns. But we're tired of blood.